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Hedwig's Delivery	By : Lunadeath02 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 20325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sorry for bringing this back to the front! I had to edit it!

Quick note: This is my first shot at something a bit squicky. ^_^ This is slight beastality but it’s mainly a masturbation fic. I got this urge to write a twisted fic after reading this one on the LJ community Parry Hotter. The reviews for it were good, and most of them have said that this is “well written”. I still get pink in the cheeks. Well, enjoy!

Special thanks goes to my brother for giving me the idea of a Harry/Hedwig! I was going to do some kind of Weasleycest thing, but this became more original in my mind.

Warning: slight beastality (there really isn’t any sex going on), and squick

Rated: NC-17 (of course)

A/N: What would Hedwig say if she could talk? ‘Is that a rodent in your pants, Harry? Or are you just happy to see me?’

Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. No animals were harmed in the making of this fic. Except maybe the dead mice, moles, and lemmings. ^_^

Title: Hedwig’s delivery

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Harry Potter loved getting mail. Many thought that it was because of the letters and packages that came for him: from family (adopted), his friends, fans, etcetera, but Harry had a dirty little secret.

He adored his owl.

There were many times he wished that he could be an owl and soar through the skies with her. Hedwig was very beautiful, as snowy owls were, but she wasn’t an ordinary owl. She knew that Harry was a male of his species, just like Harry knew that Hedwig was a female. Then again, it wouldn’t have mattered if Hedwig were a male either. He loved his owl, and not only because she was loyal.

Mail time, and Hedwig swooped down to the place where Harry and his friends sat. Sometimes she would fly by and just drop his mail off and then go back to the Owlry, but this time she stayed and stood next to Harry’s bowl of flavored oatmeal. She had a letter for him from Remus Lupin, who would write to him once in a while and let him know how things were going.

Hedwig nibbled at Harry’s earlobe in an affectionate way, like she would do once in a while, and Harry blushed. He took the letter from her leg, which was daintily stretched out, and read it. After finding out that all was well with Lupin and the Order, he closed the letter back up and presumed eating. Harry took a few bites and then suddenly realized that he had forgotten to reward Hedwig. Otherwise, why else was she still hanging around? He took a bit of his toast and gave it to her. Hedwig happily ate it, but she still didn’t leave.

“What is it, girl?” Harry asked gently. He stroked her downy plumage, emitting a small ‘hoooo-uh’ from her.

“What’s wrong with Hedwig, Harry?” Ron asked after swallowing a mouthful of pumpkin juice.

“I don’t know. Maybe she’s lonely.” Harry shook his head, not believing he had just said that. Of course she wasn’t lonely, she had other owls to keep her company. Harry sighed. “Or wants some attention.”

“Well, she’s getting it then.” Ron smiled. Harry was continuously petting Hedwig’s feathers. He watched as Hedwig would stare at him, wide-eyed, and then her lids would droop as if she were getting sleepy, but then her eyes would open again, and then one after the other would blink at him. Harry gave her more treats during his meal, and then when breakfast was over with, she gave Harry a small wink of her yellow eye and took off.

A week after that happened; Hedwig would often sit at the table with Harry while he ate, even if she didn’t have any letters for him. Harry came to the conclusion that she wasn’t the only one that enjoyed the attention; he liked her company too. She would nibble his ear, hoot affectionately, and grip at his robe carefully with a claw and tug it.

One day, she brought him a mouse. A *dead* mouse. Many girls at the table gasped or shrieked in horror. Hermione wrinkled her nose at it and said, “Ick, Harry, you can’t have dead animals at the breakfast table! That’s unsanitary!”

Harry looked at Hedwig sternly and said, “Hedwig…”

She chirped slightly, looking unaffected by the way her owner was eyeballing her. He eventually got her to fly off and eat her breakfast somewhere else. He knew, deep down inside, that she just wanted to eat with him. He was hoping that it wasn’t because she wanted to give him a present, the way cats do.

The so-called presents started to get larger and larger by the day. It went from mice, to bigger mice, and then small rabbits and squirrels, to prairie dogs, lemmings, muskrats, and moles. Something had to be done about Hedwig’s odd, but sweet, problem. People were tired of losing their appetites every time Hedwig flew in with a new dead carcass in her beak.

“Next time you have something to show me,” Harry told Hedwig, “Bring it to me in my bedroom.”

And she did. That night, in fact, she flew to Harry’s window and tapped on it lightly with a claw. Harry rushed over to the window and opened it immediately. She flew in with what Harry thought was another dead animal. When he walked over to the end of his bed, where she had landed, he could see the thing move. It was still alive! She hadn’t killed it yet.

“Hedwig… why are you bringing in a live chipmunk?”

She tilted her head in that very cute way that made Harry smile. She knew it would too.

“Well, you can’t set it loose in here.” Harry told her. He was the only one in the dorm, but still… “If a teacher finds out, I’ll be in trouble. So, please, just kill it ok?”

She ‘hoo-uhed’ and then flew up above Harry, circling his head a few times before dropping it down the back of his robes. Harry gasped and did a little dance before jumping onto the bed. He was going to try smothering the thing, but decided not to, since the thing had teeth, so he started to take his robes off instead.

Hedwig flew down and grabbed at wherever a lump in Harry’s clothing appeared. Somehow, the chipmunk had found its way into the hem of Harry’s pants. Hedwig squawked in a manner that sounded irritated, and her beak dove for the button on Harry’s trousers. Harry wasn’t sure how she did it, but his zipper was down in a matter of seconds, and out came the chipmunk. Hedwig dived for it right away and killed it.

Panting, and feeling a bit relieved, Harry lied on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He could hear Hedwig munching on the chipmunk on his dresser, but didn’t look. He closed his eyes for a bit, forgetting that he still had his trousers undone, and his shirt pulled up halfway. Minutes later, he heard a soft hooting. Harry opened his eyes slowly, and then looked down his body. Hedwig was sitting between his legs, staring at him. Before he could say anything, the snowy owl hopped up onto his lower gut, right next to his penis. She clicked her beak and spread her wings as if she were showing off.

“Wha’ is it?” Harry asked compassionately. She was very beautiful, Harry thought. Hedwig hooted softly, and then moved one of her claws over his half-hard member. Harry gulped. “Are you—still hungry?” He brought a hand over to his bedside table and opened a drawer. Inside were bits of owl treats that he had bought for her in Hogsmeade last time he were there. With shaky fingers, he ripped open a pouch and then handed some to her. She clicked her beak again, and then ate the treats out of his hand.

Harry had ‘accidentally’ dropped some treats onto his stomach. “Oh, sorry…” but she didn’t care, and she went after them carefully. Her beak and small tongue were tickling him. Harry held up another treat, placed it inside his belly-button, and then watched with amusement as she tried to fish it out with a claw and her tongue.

When she finished it off, Harry finally realized that he had gotten hard. He shifted his lower half a bit, and then, as if he were sneaking a quick hand job, he shyly slipped his pants off of his hips and exposed his erection. Hedwig ‘cooed’ and flapped her wings excitingly. “Want more?” Harry whispered. He put one of the treats into his foreskin. Hedwig went for it almost immediately, opening her beak and sticking out her little pink tongue to get at the treat. Harry gasped softly, feeling a dull throb in his erection.

Trying not to make any kind of sudden movements, Harry grasped the neck of his arousal, and slid the foreskin off of the head before placing two more treats there. Hedwig made another ‘hoo-uh’ noise and ducked her head down to eat them. Instead of lifting her head back up, she continued to nibble softly at the crown of Harry’s cock like she had done to his ear many times. It didn’t hurt too badly, to his surprise. He moved his hand up and down slowly, bringing him closer to climax.

Hedwig moved a claw and grasped at the base of Harry’s cock, right above his soft sack, and watched Harry’s hand with interest. Her little round head bobbed as she followed Harry’s hand movements. Harry moved his other hand over to the back of Hedwig and started stroking her tail feathers. Hedwig chirped lovingly, and then moved forward so that her soft downy feathers were touching Harry’s erection.

Harry gasped as he came, one fist still stroking his cock, the other pawing under Hedwig’s tail. He kept his eyes shut as he lay there in the afterglow.

“I love you, Hedwig.”

Hedwig hooted contentedly.

~End~

So, how many of you were squicked, and how many thought it was cute? ^_^ This is my first really twisted, beastality fic.
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