"How do you feel, my love?" You purr. Her sholders shake in what you know is her way of giggling, and she pats her belly, causing the contents to slosh gloriously, then renew their struggles.
Satisfied. she signs, laying back on her side. And very full. You are a good hunter.
You giggle and pat her belly again, then pause thoughtfully.
What is it? She signs.
"Nothing. I just wish that we could have a child."
As do I. But it is impossible for two females to breed and one to become impregnated... Without the help of magic.
You consider this for a moment.
"What are you planning?"
She smirks, pats her belly again, and gives another of those cute little belches you love so much.
