The babies' names are stupid. I do not apologize. :)
I do apologize, however, for the delay in chapters for this and Broken Raptors. I just need more Indoraptor fluff, and I like writing him as a daddy.
Slightly humanized animals. Because why not?
The Indoraptor never imagined he would have babies.
Little somethings of him and another.
Having eggs were simple-For him.
Watching and caring for eggs were simple.
He just had to sit there and watch them.
But actual babies?
That was something the hybrid was still adjusting to.
He and E were both struggling to adjust.
Their young were like never ending vultures for food.
Always begging and begging and begging.
Always huddling together and crying and staring.
This time was no different.
Instead, it was worse.
For once, the Indoraptor was attempting to feed himself. It was quite rare for the male hybrid to bring prey back for himself. Normally, the onyx and gold hybrid fed himself on the hunt.
But it was never large prey.
It was small prey: Fawns, rabbits, squirrels, snakes, birds, wolf pups, eggs and young or small scaled beasts. Prey he could eat on the move, and easily carry back to his mate and offspring.
Food he could offer and give to his hungry family whilst his belly was ever so slightly sated.
And soon leave again, only to find more food for ever quickening hungry bellies.
But this last hunt, he could just not resist the temptation to have something more than a mawfull to swallow whole.
Upon the opportunity to hunt and fell an aged stag-The Indoraptor took it.
No more would the hybrid travel to and fro in a seemingly endless pursuit of prey-at least for a little while.
No more would the hybrid need to worry about predators encroaching on him whilst he fed, or fret about being away from his mate and chicks for so long.
The stag would last, he knew, for several feedings.
The hardest part was dragging the prey home.
Or so the Indoraptor thought.
Yes, like the same time, every time, his sons and daughter were huddled around him, mouth agape in small, quiet cries and bright eyes alight with the excitement of food. Their tails thumped and wagged, forearms pawing.
Of the three chicks, their youngest was the most aggressive.
Indeed, Skunk stared up at her giant of a father with wide, sky blue eye, pupils wide and round, glimmering with excitement. Her jaw was agape as her breath escaped her in short huffs and puffs, a small, stubby tongue lolling as she panted. Her small body wiggled with excitement, tail thrashing so fiercely, it was shaking her whole body. Her obsidian scales were soft and smooth with youth, white stripes small. Her body was plump and quite portly, rolls of fat folding upon her when she would twist and turn.
Skunk's cerulean eyes would not move from her father. The Indoraptor was currently chewing upon the rough fur hide, saliva welling and flowing from his own scaled maw. His nares flared, and his amber eyes fell upon his daughter, snake like pupils narrowing.
It was a look of something akin to disapproval, or disappointment.
For beside Skunk, were her brothers-both upon the ground, tiny limbs flailing in the aftermath of being bulldozed over by their ever hungry sister.
The small black and white female's short snout was twisted into an almost foolish grin, tiny, needle barely jutting out over her gums. A foolish, idiotic, gummy grin as she chuffed and snorted, thin, short tail wagging.
The Indoraptor looked upon his gluttonous daughter, to his hapless sons, the sound of flesh tearing like fabric being heard as he rend rough hide from the muscle underneath. The hybrid huffed, and spat out a wad of course fur, head shaking as his scaled lips peeled back in an unpleasant snarl, thick tongue smacking the roof of his mouth.
It was an act that Skunk interpreted as a successful begging of food!
A series of excited huffs and chuffs escaped the young raptor, tiny clawed fingers clacking upon the ruined hardwood as she lightly hopped up and down. Skunk then pounced upon the fallen tuff of course tawny fur, and inhaled it would a slobbery gulp.
Saliva welled from Skunk's maw, the chick purring in bliss as she scarfed down the food.
Or what she thought was food.
Skunk realized something was wrong when she tried to swallow, and found the fur clung and stuck to her mouth, her throat.
She coughed and gagged in high pitched squeaks, jaw open as she gagged. Her tiny fingers raked at her tongue and the sides of her scaled lips.
Skunk's distress was enough to cause the Indoraptor to refocus his attention from his meal-and his rumbling stomach-to his daughter. A noise of concern escaped his vivid throat as he rose, killing claws clacking anxiously as he rounded the body of the stag, and lowered his neck to better inspect his child. His serpentine pupils widened in worry, focused upon the distress of his chick.
The upsetting noise was ended as Skunk managed to cough up the rough fur in a hefty glob of spit. The offending snack hit the ground with a wet flop.
The spectacle woke E from her nap, the red and white female rising to her feet and leaving her nest of ruined pillows and blankets. The mother's blue eyes shone with worry, E approaching swiftly. Her eyes squinted to get a better look at her borish chick, nares flaring.
Skunk was quite upset!
Upset that her food was not good food!
The black and white stripped youth then proceeded to snort and snap at the offending fur-treat. Skunk chirped and barked in a flurry of rage, so much so her mother's warm snout nuzzled against her, attempting to calm the chick down. The whistled purr that vibrated from her garnet mother's throat was akin to pleasant song, so much so, that it caused the daughter to simmer and quiet.
The larger, darker snout of her father lightly brushed against her, if ever so slightly. Tenderly, his tongue escaped from his jagged maw to give his youngest a gentle lick-a kiss that seemed far too gentle for a monster of his make.
Gently, tenderly, carefully, E's black taloned fingers wrapped around Skunk's small, fragile form, and carried her to the nest.
It was an act that Skunk loudly protested the whole way, the female chick chirping in dismay, portly body wiggling and squirming. She was desperate to break free of her mother's grip.
No!
No!
Nooo!
Her brothers would get food and she wouldn't!
It wasn't fair!
Food!
E would settle down within the nest, Skunk wrapped in a castle of red scales and black nails. A moist, warm tongue would caress her young and soft scales, firm yet gentle in a bath.
Skunk would squirm and fight, tiny arms raking and clawing, desperate to get away to get food and stay dirty!
E's grip tightened upon the struggling infant, a grunt in slight irritation coming from her. Despite her daughter's frail and little body, her tiny claws were quite sharp, and were slicing her scaled lips and tongue.
Good.
She would be a fine hunter.
The Indoraptor watched his struggling daughter fight against the preening and cleaning of E's tongue bath. The pudge rolls of Skunk's baby fat would build and move against the strength of E's tending, the chick attempting to claw her way out.
It was a futile effort, for E held her dirt and food loving child captive against her will.
Like hapless prey, Skunk was flopped upon her back, E's tongue focused upon preening her rounded belly.
The male hybrid would then return towards his meal, talons clacking and tapping as he skulked towards his quarry, mindful of his staring sons.
Indeed, the two young males would be hovering around their large father.
Staring.
Legion and Seraphim stared upon their onyx and gold father.
Unlike their sister, they were silent in their begging.
Also unlike Skunk, the brothers were larger, and more well formed of the musculature of youth.
At times, it helped not to eat, sleep and breathe for food.
The Indoraptor wondered if such a kill was worth it?
He had to suffer through not being able to eat a meal in peace.
But, the Indoraptor figured the suffering was worth it.
While he was present, his family was safe.
Safe, and protected.
And he got to watch his own children suffer and endure the horrors to getting a tongue bath, or watch him begin to devour food.
Without giving his young any.
Yes.
It felt good to watch his children suffer.
So long as they didn't suffer too much.
Thus, the Indoraptor was merciful to his children's silent begging.
Tearing strips of muscle from his aged prey, the male hybrid prepared to give his sons their meals. His teeth shredded and tenderized the flesh as he chewed, moistening, warming and softening the meat. The Indoraptor found that meat from aged prey made chewing quite difficult, and he didn't want his young to suffer through trying to eat a tough meal on empty and growing bellies.
The Indoraptor's own jaws welled with saliva, belly rumbling.
The pleasure of a full belly would need to wait for now.
Only the pleasure of taste and scent would sate him for the time being.
Upon deeming the morsels of flesh tender and warm enough, the hybrid would move towards his begging chicks.
Legion and Seraphim cried shrilly in excitement, small, needle baring mouths agape to receive a snack.
The only thing louder than the brothers' excited chirping, was Skunk's anguished wailing.
The Indoraptor moved his jagged jaws over Legion, the onyx scaled chick with sanguine stripes opening his maw wide, jumping to and fro.
Upon having his prize descend from his father's gnarled teeth and slippery tongue, Legion descended upon the slop of chewed flesh, pouncing as if a hawk to a hare. The garnet striped chick was swift to scarf up his tender meal, Seraphrim attempting to wiggle his way into the feeding.
The white male with a golden stripe was pushed away gently by a taloned finger of his father, the second eldest's amber eyes looking up, a confused chitter and whine coming from the youth. A slab of tenderized meat was then dropped before him, the pale chick squeaking with excitement.
Skunk whined and cried in dismay, almost slipping out of E's grasp.
Almost.
E wouldn't allow her daughter to slip passed her grip. The unruly child would steal all of her siblings' food!
E would not release her daughter until her sons were finished, and upon doing so, released the gluttonous chick.
Skunk took off like prey fleeing a predator, and immediately jumped and hopped around her large father.
Mouth agape and little lungs screaming as loud as she could muster.
It made the Indoraptor flinch, scaled lips peeling back into a grimace.
In an attempt to quiet his borish child, the male hybrid was quite swift to relinquish a meal.
It was not long before Skunk's cries were silenced, and replaced by the sounds of gorging and snorting.
E watched, pupils softening and throat vibrating with content purrs. The red female would resume to rest within the nest, content with watching her mate and children feed. Her chest swelled and puffed with pride. Her male was a good mate, and a good father!
E was so proud of her male!
The Indoraptor would then begin to feed himself, jaws crushing and teeth tearing. The male shifted off to the side of the open carcass, providing a silent invitation for E to join him.
It was an invitation the scarred female took, for her jointed popped and cracked as she rose from her lowered position. E's snout would be beside her mate's larger, scales becoming bloodied as they devoured and tore hunks of flesh.
The Indoraptor briefly paused in his meal, a tongue sliding out to lick upon his crimson stained lips, amber eyes falling upon the quiet, if eager squeaks from his still begging chicks.
This time it was E who tended to their young, taking chunks of muscle and fat, moistening and chewing to tenderize. She would then feed her babies, and work on keeping their hungry little mouths and eager claws in line.
The hybrid decided, that yes, taking the larger prey was worth it.
These moments were worth it.
These moments with his little pack.
His little family.
All his.
His, and no one else's.
This was all he needed.
Time wore on, and bellies were filled.
But still, the onyx and gold hybrid gnawed upon a bone, seeking to crack the length and get the marrow within.
E was laying beside her mate, head swiveling as she watched Skunk and Legion roll around upon the ground in play. Running to and fro, running in circles-just running.
And jumping.
And rolling.
And bulldozing.
Who knew such little things had more energy than she did?
E didn't remember having that much energy when she was young?
Nor did she remember being constantly hungry.
Hmmmm...
Her babies must have gotten it from her mate.
The female's thoughts were broken as she felt Seraphim move between the nest that was her forearms. The chick was currently snuggled against his mother, purring quietly as his eyes were closed in a light sleep. His belly moved up and down with his breathing. E briefly snuggled her snout into her infant and wrapped her arms tighter around him.
Her baby would always be safe and protected and warm.
All her babies would be, so long as she could help it.
E's eyes flicked to her mate upon hearing the bone crack. She watched as the Indoraptor attempted to scoop out the marrow with a clawed finger.
It worked.
Kind of.
The hybrid ended up licking a black talon to get what little morsel of marrow he could.
The onyx and golden hued beast stilled, however, when he noticed E watching him. His predatory gaze narrowed, pupils focusing upon her. Then a curious shine gleamed within his eyes, and his scaled lips twitched slowly, jaggedly, almost unnaturally, into a twisted smile.
E cocked her head, a noise of confusion escaping her. Her cerulean eyes narrowed.
Slowly, the Indoraptor's tongue would drag along the curvature of the bone, twisting and turning, as if attempting to get every scrap of flesh possible. Then his tongue plunged, thick and deep into the shaft, pumping, twirling and swelling within.
The Indoraptor did not take his predatory eyes off E.
And E realized-a bit too late-that he was showing off.
With his tongue.
Or, more specifically, what his tongue could do.
E produced a squawk-It was one of equal parts annoyance as it was shock.
How dare her mate be suggestive to joining in the presence of their babies!
...Not that she was interested.
No.
No.
Nope.
Because.
Babies.
E's nares flared, and her lips peeled back into a pissy snarl.
To at least pretend she wasn't interested.
Because E didn't want her babies exposed to joining-to mating.
To anything like that.
They were too precious.
And as much as E loved her mate, and felt stressed and somewhat sexually repressed-most of her sex drive seemed to go away ever since she popped out three giant eggs that felt like they broke her pelvis.
She was just too busy being a mommy for mating.
That, and she would need to go away from her babies to join.
Leave her babies, alone.
Unprotected.
Unguarded.
Vulnerable.
No.
She could not do that.
Mating could wait.
At least the kind of mating that made babies.
E wasn't sure what the other kind of mating they did was.
The Indoraptor's attention, however, left his female, and refocused upon another chick.
Legion was attempting to mimmic, chewing upon a bone that was too large for her maw, with teeth and jaws too young and weak to crush. Skunk was sitting upon her haunches, watching her kin with a curious cock of her head.
The bone would be picked up within his father's jaws, and cracked with a tensing of his muscles. The Indorapor would clean and clear the break of small bone fragments, before dropping it upon the ground. Legion squawked in slight start, before curiosity got the better of him. He approached and sniffed, small hands pawing and batting. Skunk shoved her brother out of the way, nares flaring and breath snorting as she searched for more food.
The black and white female would stuff her head into the shaft, and begin eating the marrow.
Or whatever she thought was food.
Skunk wasn't picky.
And it was all going fine and dandy.
Until Skunk got her head stuck, and cried and whined.
E and the Indoraptor briefly looked upon each other, before the hybrid moved to go help his distressed daughter.
This young one...
His babies must have gotten it from his mate.
The Indoraptor nuzzled his scaled snout against the back of E neck, taloned fingers unconsciously pulling her against his belly. His length wrapped around the ball that was his small family, form pressed flush against the garnet and white scales of E.
Their babies were safe and warm against their mother's stomach in a pile of youthful, if fragile scales, however nestled among torn pillows and blankets.
The hybrid could feel E's body vibrate softly in a series of gentle tremors as purrs rocked her warm scales. The Indoraptor's eyes merely watched as his mate slept, watching her scaled lips roll and move as her eyes fluttered underneath in a dream. Her facial muscles were lax, body at ease.
The male couldn't believe how beautiful she was.
His mate was pretty.
His mate was precious.
His mate was his.
The Indoraptor couldn't imagine how much pain his mate went through to give him their babies.
E was sick at that time.
She was very, very sick.
She was very, very pained.
He thought she was going to die.
His everything-his something was going to die.
But she didn't.
Instead, she gave him everything, and more.
He never meant to put her in such pain-but even though he hurt her so-she was still here.
By his side.
E was a good mate.
A loyal mate.
E was a good mother.
E was precious.
E needed to be protected.
Just as their babies needed to be protected.
At times, the Indoraptor was afraid.
Afraid he would wake up, back in his cage.
He didn't want to have nothing again.
The hybrid's gaze flicked from E, to their little ball of chicks.
They were safe, and warm, and had full bellies.
What more could he want?
For once, nothing.
Because he had everything.
He had all the little somethings he could want.
At first, the Indoraptor thought it was a trick of his senses, at first.
An old paranoia of old fears rearing their heads.
He thought the tremors were of his purring-E's purring-their babies' purrings.
But it wasn't.
The tremors that awoke the hybrid from his slumber with a fierce jolt and rocked E awake with a startled whistle was not from purrs.
It was from footsteps.
Footsteps that got louder, and louder.
The earth quaked stronger, and stronger.
Something was coming.
A predator was coming.
A big one.
And the Indoraptor knew why.
It smelled his kill.
The Indoraptor went cold in terror, pupils wide and breath quickening in rising panic.
He put his family in danger.
He put his family in danger.
He put his everything in danger.
He put all his little somethings in danger.
Just because he wanted to spend more time with them at home.
He was a bad mate.
He was a bad father.
He didn't want to have nothing again...
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I have been working on writing an AU of the sex scene between E and Indoraptor in Broken Raptors. It's basically based on where the Indoraptor never leaves after failing to breed right. I might just post it and turn it into an excuse to place sex scenes/sexual situations regarding the characters of Broken Raptors. Mainly because I like exploring E and the Indoraptor, and suck at sex scenes.
I have a new poll on my profile. It basically asks which story should I focus on: Dynasties, Broken Raptors, Beautifully Broken, Error: Code Catholicon or Scales of Ash and Rime. It is multiselect by two choices.
That being said, I do not know when I will update Broken Raptors.
I am, unfortunately, quite busy.
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