Doing it with Tonks out in the middle of the field was fun, even if she denied it. We'd been fucking for a couple of hours, during which Gemma showed up to take Ruby away—who, as always, had been staring at us motionless. A couple of sisters also arrived, and after catching us in the act, they didn't know what to do and ended up masturbating while spying on us, thinking we hadn't noticed… though they were anything but discreet. Anyway, once I was satisfied, I started getting dressed.
"You're a monster," Tonks panted, feeling filthy and disgusted deep inside… though she knew she had enjoyed it for a moment, moaning like a bitch.
"But I'm your monster," I replied, leaning in to kiss her head. "By the way, your mother might be pregnant."
Tonks stopped panting and looked at me with a disturbed expression, tired of me dropping things like that every now and then.
"It's just a possibility," I explained while fastening my pants. "My fertility isn't high unless I'm actively aiming for it, because of the genetic difference. But we did it a lot, and she really wanted it. It's not impossible that in some time you'll have a brother or sister."
"Just kill me already…" she muttered, covering her eyes with her arm.
"If I do, it'll be with fucks," I mocked. "And don't feel bad… you should be happy."
"My boyfriend just told me he might have knocked up my mother! How the hell do you expect me to feel?" she shot me a look of pure contempt.
"Possibly… not certain. And I thought you'd be used to this by now…" I shrugged. "Besides, you should be more worried about your own pregnancy. Seeing how well you get along with Ruby, you wouldn't be a bad mother." I lifted her up and hugged her gently.
"I don't want to be a mom!" she confessed with genuine fear, stronger even than the shock of the previous news. "And I don't want my kids to be monsters!" Her mind flashed with images of a future filled with little ones like Ruby… though in her imagination they had bubblegum-pink hair and serpent tails.
"Dummy… I'm kidding," I said, kissing her despite her resistance. "I know you don't want that yet, but you should consider it. And our kids don't have to be like Ruby if you don't want. I can make them however you wish… or just leave it to chance. You decide."
Tonks stared at me, half relieved thinking I was joking, half confused by the possibility that I might be dead serious.
"Please… don't get me pregnant," she finally begged.
"One day it'll happen. Don't think I haven't noticed those moments of maternal instinct in you," I raised a brow. "They're rare, but they're there… and even if you hide it, a part of you wants it, and you'll have to accept that someday."
"Yeah… but I don't want a baby now," she said firmly, though deep down she knew she couldn't escape me. Still, she didn't feel ready. "Wait a little longer…" she added, her authoritative façade already crumbling.
"Alright, relax. It'll be when you want it. That doesn't mean we'll stop fucking, so I can live with that," I said with a grin before kissing her. She rolled her eyes. Even so, my smile faded at once; my hand, which had been caressing her body during the kiss, suddenly stopped on her belly, and my expression changed completely.
"Maybe… you should worry."
"What?" she asked, confused.
I stayed silent for a moment, using my magic on her to confirm what I suspected. Then I looked at her with a complicated expression.
"I don't know if you're incredibly lucky… or the unluckiest of all," I said with a bitter smile.
"No… no, no, NO! Don't you dare say it!" she shouted, nearly in tears.
"I told you my fertility is extremely low unless I will it… and yet you still managed to get pregnant! Not even your mother, who practically milked me begging for it, I don't think she managed…" I sighed with a hint of sadness.
"You son of a bitch!" Tonks broke down crying, hitting me with her fists until she ran out of strength, collapsing against me. "Why me?"
"Maybe the world really does hate you," I chuckled softly while stroking her. I could hardly believe it, but deep down I felt a spark of happiness. "Girl, you're super fertile."
"It's all your damned mutant balls' fault…" she spat, furious through her sobs.
We stayed embraced for a long while. I tried to comfort Tonks, but she seemed lost, too drained to even cry hard. It was obvious her mind was churning with a thousand things, though almost none made it to the surface. At least until, after some time, she whispered:
"What will our child be like…? Will it be an alien like Ruby?"
"Ruby's not an alien…" I answered calmly. "And I already told you: it doesn't have to be, if you don't want it to. I can adjust it for you."
I placed my hand on her belly, and the offspring editing panel appeared before me.
"But… isn't that wrong?" she asked. She didn't want a child yet, but she wasn't the type to get rid of one either. And the idea of changing it weighed on her too.
"We can leave most of it up to chance. But there are details we can fine-tune. Is there something you'd like?" I asked, ready to respect her wishes.
"I…" she hesitated a moment, but in the end decided not to meddle too much. "Let it be what it should be… but, can you make it inherit my Metamorphmagus ability?"
"Yes, I can make it inherit any trait from our bloodlines," I explained while starting to adjust the parameters.
"And could it be better than mine?" she added cautiously. "I suffered a lot with the coordination problems… I'd like it not to go through that clumsiness."
"How much better?" I asked. I couldn't set absolute conditions that specific; most of the time they were approximations. Maybe in the future, when the skill leveled up, I could do it more precisely.
"Enough not to stumble... or as much as possible, that's fine too." She paused, and with a slight blush, added: "And... can you make it have naturally pink hair? She'll be able to change it at will anyway, so there's nothing wrong with it."
Tonks began to speak with more enthusiasm. Little by little, she was getting carried away by the possibilities, almost forgetting her initial stance of "don't modify anything." For her it was something new, like a character creation game... and it was surprisingly addictive.
"Okay, then: body optimization, maximum Metamorphmagus ability, pink hair, and avoid emotional or expressive deficiencies like Ruby's. Ready?" I asked as I looked for how to apply the changes.
"Yes... that's enough." She barely smiled, though she immediately added in a mischievous tone. "Although maybe resistance to alien swarms wouldn't be bad."
"You'll have to teach her that. We don't have the genes to give her that... yet," I replied as I confirmed the adjustments. There was a margin of randomness, of course, but it was the closest thing to what she asked for.
When I finished, I stayed there, hugging her. Tonks kept caressing her belly, lost in thought about what was now growing inside her.
But the contemplation went to hell when Andromeda came running towards us, half-dressed and with a look of dismay.
"What do you mean I'm going to be a grandmother before I'm a mother again?!" she yelled, agitated by the message I had sent her. She had come so quickly that she didn't even have time to get fully dressed.
Tonks saw her and burst into tears, running to hug her. Her crying had no defined form: it was anguish, happiness, nerves, uncertainty... all mixed in one single, distressed sound. Despite the sweat, the smell of sex that both of them gave off, and all the confusion, she couldn't help but act childish. The only thing she needed at this moment was maternal warmth and protection.
I watched them, mother and daughter melted in an embrace, and my heart warmed with tenderness... well, my heart and something else, but I preferred not to think too much about it so as not to ruin the moment.
"So the only thing I needed to get grandchildren was for me to fuck your boyfriend... If I'd known that earlier, we would have saved ourselves so many arguments," Andromeda scoffed, stroking Tonks' hair with affection. She didn't have her daughter's problems with disgust or moral issues about the family and romantic situation, so she only felt joy and pride for what was happening. She was ready to help her daughter endure, and if possible, overcome these problems so that we could all be happy.
Tonks shrieked through her tears: "Shut up!" but didn't let go of the hug. The worst part was that she couldn't deny that this had to happen to finally give her a grandchild, and she was cursing her luck.
The tender moment didn't last long. Andromeda arched an eyebrow, clearly wanting more drama.
"It's not fair, you have it and I don't..." she pouted. "I want a baby too. Come on, share some of your luck." She rubbed herself against her daughter shamelessly as if she wanted to absorb fertility through osmosis.
"Mom, you're ruining the moment!" Tonks exclaimed with frustration. The good feeling of being comforted and soothed by her mother was completely fading away.
"Well, let's take advantage of the good luck. Mother and daughter having beautiful babies at the same time," Andromeda proposed, giving me a very serious look while hugging Tonks tighter.
"YES!" I exclaimed immediately.
"NO!!" Tonks yelled at the same time.
I was already getting up off the floor, full of excitement, while she struggled to free herself from her mother's arms.
"Come on, little butterfly..." Andromeda said in a tone that was too mischievous. "The worst is over. Think of this as a family bonding exercise. What else do you have to lose?"
"My dignity, my morals, my decency, and the little respect and affection I still have for you!" she retorted, trying to escape.
"You had all that?" Andromeda scoffed. "Bah, as for the affectionate feelings, what better way to create and reinforce them than this?" And with a push, she threw us both to the ground.
"Mom!" Tonks shrieked, trembling with a mix of fear and astonishment. Her mother was still loving, yes, but now she seemed mixed with a rebelliousness very similar to her own and a malice similar to her boyfriend's. It was too surreal. As a last resort, she yelled, "If you do it, I'll hate you!"
Andromeda just smiled, a twisted and playful grin.
"Oh, baby... I'm going to make you love me, while we all love each other together." She jumped on top of us and, with a theatrical gesture, added: "Now we'll punish this naughty girl for getting pregnant before her mother."
And she gave Tonks a spank.
...
Tonks sank into her own misery, losing the little sanity she had left while her mother kissed her and I penetrated her from behind. Maybe she fainted for a moment, but those who held her captive didn't let her rest, forcing her to participate. Her mind refused to process what had just happened: the taste of the place where she was born, the feeling of her mother moving her up and down on her boyfriend's penis, and so many other horrible things that were happening.
At one point, she felt completely broken. She stopped caring about what was happening. Andromeda and I seemed so natural fucking in so many ways that, for a moment, Tonks thought that she was the one with the problem. But her rebelliousness made her keep some attitude. At least she managed to maintain an angry expression between the moans, while I penetrated her through her cunt and her mother tormented her clitoris. She enjoyed it, but with hatred.
...
In the end, Tonks was crying in her mother's arms, who was trying to offer a fake apology. Of course, doing it while they were both covered in each other's fluids didn't do much to make it credible.
Andromeda ended up taking her to the shower, muttering that she was going to teach her everything she knew about being a mother. I, for my part, picked up a huge cage with fairies, ready to continue with my plan for the house-elves.