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Robin adjusted their glasses, then put their hands in their pockets and looked up at the silver cover of clouds above. The big grey cat wore their hoodie open, and the wind blew through them as it stirred the leaves from the trees.

They were alone. In fact, they hadn't seen anyone else on the trail today. In Robin's opinion, today, the day the trees began to let go of the masses of leaves they'd held onto through the early autumn, was one of the best days of the year for hiking. 8-Track would have agreed, but he had other engagements today, and the experience wasn't quite as popular outside the two of them. Of course, the solitude was part of why they loved it.

They turned their eyes forward and walked on. What had they been thinking about, again? This path had roots growing across it, which they stepped over.

They didn't have anything heavy on their mind. 8-Track--their boyfriend--was out chaperoning for Lucas and a few of his friends. 8-Track had known Lucas since he was a baby, much longer than he'd known Robin; Robin had gone with the two of them on a few outings like this one, but they knew 8-Track had a way with the kids that their presence sort of dampened. It didn't bother them. They felt liked enough in their own right to be wanted some of the time, just not all of the time. And 8-Track was just adorable when he was with children.

Robin sighed and smiled to themself, then noticed they were crossing a bridge. They turned and leaned over to rest their elbows on the railing, and murky water made its slow way beneath them. Bright red and yellow leaves tumbled in little eddies across the sky. They loved living here. Autumn had never been this spectacular back home. What it had been was a lot colder.

They heard the sound of crunching leaves further down the trail and raised their head to look. Two people were walking in their direction, and they stared for a few moments. The bluish ferret with the picnic basket was familiar. They fought to mentally switch gears to prepare for a chance encounter with a friend.

Soren was here with a calico-and-tabby cat, and they were both looking at Robin as they approached. The cat was saying to something to Soren and grinning, and even at a distance, their eyes were drawn to the long, sharp fangs that flashed as he spoke. He was probably Soren's new boyfriend. They'd been dating for almost a month, but Robin hadn't met him yet.

Soren narrowed his eyes mischievously and said something back, and Robin watched with quiet interest as the two had an exchange just out of hearing distance that left the cat looking shocked and mildly put out, like he'd suddenly lost the advantage in some kind of game.

Soren waved, smirking, and Robin waved back and stepped away from the railing to greet them. The cat quietly put in a few more words to him, the last of which Robin could just make out now that they were closer. "...gonna do all the random garbage that comes out of my mouth at a moment's notice," he whispered. He was a very fast talker. "Come on, man."

"I know you're gonna do it," Soren whispered in response.

The cat suddenly grinned again. "You know I am. This is such a fucking good idea."

"Let's see what they think. Hi, Robin!"

Robin crossed their arms and raised their eyebrows as the two stopped in front of them. They weren't even going to try to guess what that conversation had been about. "Hey, Soren. And are you Wes?"

"Wes or Wesley, and this is my boyfriend, Soren." Fast and loud, when he wasn't whispering. Wes put his hand under Soren's shirt and around his waist, then pulled him in closer. "And you're Robin. Expert thaumaturge. Famed lover. Slayer of signage."

"Heard some stories, okay." Robin looked at Soren, and Wes looked, too, smiling broadly.

He shrugged. "We talk a lot about our friends. He's met 8-Track and most of Simon's gang."

"Yeah, you made a character with 8-Track." They pointed at Wes, who stepped out of Soren's personal space and toward them. "I was gonna meet you at Adventure Box tomorrow."

He spread his hands. "I'm glad you met me today instead, though, cause I just had a fucking great idea, and I wanna hear what you think of it."

They smiled. Wes and Soren hadn't tried to hide that they'd had an agenda going into this conversation, so Robin was glad Wes wasn't about to try to have an extended conversation with them and leave them in the dark on it.

They were very curious. Considering his flirtatious attitude and the kind of people Soren usually chose to surround himself with, it probably had to do with sex. They were open to sex with strangers if the right person caught them in the right mood, and this weird, charismatic, sly-faced calico definitely made the right impression. They'd probably take a rain check on a proposition like that at the moment, but that didn't mean they didn't want to hear it.

"So I heard," they said. "Some better way of getting to know each other?"

Wes laughed, showing off his fangs. "There's one thing about you I know I wanna get to know," he said, and Robin was starting to nod when he clapped a fist to his belly. "And that's how it feels to have your kitten in here."

They froze, staring at him. Most of their prior thoughts cleared out of their head. This new one had set up shop immediately, and they were going to have to take a few moments to process just what it was fixing to do to them in there.

"It'd be mine, too, obviously. I literally can't have a kitten that isn't."

They weren't settled on what they were experiencing just yet, but they could tell they were looking at Soren's new boyfriend with different eyes now, and they leaned in hesitantly to take him in.

Wes was short; most people were short to Robin, but he was very short, maybe five feet tall, and thin, too. He was just the opposite of their own body type. He wore cuffed jean shorts and a short-sleeved button-up shirt, untucked, heedless of the weather, and his face was angular with a sloping snout. He was very good-looking, and they found his sharp grin and unconcerned confidence magnetic.

Their eyes settled on his hips. They were thrust forward a little, but the loose-fitting shirt obscured their shape. He didn't exactly present himself as an idol of fertility, Robin observed. Just a guy who was into the idea of scoring a pregnancy off his new acquaintance. They felt their dick moving steadily into an upright position inside their jeans.

Wes's arms were crossed, and he was laughing, looking up into their face with his head tilted to the side. "Weird how that works, huh?" he finished when they returned his gaze again.

"You good, Robin?" Soren asked. He was standing back from them and Wes, his posture casual, the arm with the basket braced against his other arm.

"I'm great," they said breathlessly, then cleared their throat. "Just surprised. Where'd this idea come from?"

Wes hmm_ed and gestured at Robin. It was clear on his face that he was happier every second with his decision to have this conversation with them. "When I saw you standing here, first I thought you were really pretty. Then I thought you'd probably have _big kittens. The kind that'd really give me a workout. That's where it came from."

They felt a rush of blood to somewhere or other. "Oh," they said, putting a hand out behind them to steady themself on the railing again.

"I told him you might be into it if he brought it up," said Soren.

"I mean... wouldn't most people be?"

That made both Wes and Soren's eyebrows shoot up. They exchanged a glance.

Robin elaborated, still trying to get a grip on how they felt about this situation. "Reproduction's a... fundamental bodily process. Most people are at least kind of into it, right?"

"Wow." Wes laughed again. "You must be living the best life if that's how you feel about your bodily processes."

Breeding wasn't a kink they'd ever identified themself with. They looked on with interest, from the outside. It was easy to put together that the fluctuations in age structure diagrams showed it waxing and waning in popularity, as durable cultural phenomena tended to do, and Soren had some enthralling stories about ferrets he'd helped get knocked up. Given that it was a shared interest, he and Wes were likely doing their very best to make a hybrid; the odds of managing that were long, but beatable with enough persistence. Robin's dick jumped involuntarily against its confines, suddenly making them aware that they were very hard.

"You're right," they said. "No, you're right. Fuck, I've never thought about this before, somehow..."

It wasn't like breeding had a high barrier to entry. In the faraway homeland of the dragons, a child's progenitors were also expected to be its primary caregivers; Simon, Soren's other boyfriend, said "progenitor" was a poor translation of the word they used for this role back home, csl, which everyone but Robin so far found unpronounceable. Now that would make it tough to dip your toes into, having to commit to changing your occupation like that--and without any training or apprenticeship, either, he'd said. But given that most of them lived for hundreds or thousands of years, it made sense that the dragons would make breeding difficult for themselves.

Wes took another step closer, grinning up at their face with increasingly clear intent. "You're really just figuring this out for yourself now, aren't you?"

Robin made up their mind, took their hand off the railing, and stepped forward, within a couple of feet of him. "Yeah, I guess so."

"I want to be pregnant. What do you think of that, Robin?"

They pulled in a heavy breath, staring down at him. This weird, charismatic, sly-faced calico wanted to be pregnant. They reached out slowly, and he let them place a hand on his waist. "I really like that," they said, and smiled. "It'd suit you."

He set his hand on theirs and took a few steps backward, staring intently into their eyes, and they let him guide them until he turned around, pulling away from their touch. They followed him across the bridge.

"You know," he said in a very casual tone as he began to lead them through the trees, "I've never seen anyone else with beautiful gold eyes like yours. I'm gonna have to change that."

Robin felt a tinge of red rush to their ears. They considered their eyes their most beautiful feature, themself, but somehow they were never quite prepared to receive compliments on them. "Thank you..." They coughed. "You want my help?"

He flashed a grin behind him. They came around the trunk of a tree as wide as a small room, and he turned around and leaned against the side opposite the trail. "I'll tell you what I want you for, Robin."

They started as he caught a flower-patterned blanket out of the air, then remembered Soren and looked behind them. He was just a few steps back, setting down the picnic basket, with his phone pointed at the two of them. "Not recording," he said, and looked at them inquiringly. "Yet."

Robin heard Wes make some sort of signal as they nodded, and Soren tapped the screen with a satisfied smile.

They returned their full attention to Wes. He'd wedged the blanket between himself and the smooth, hard bark of the tree, and he projected total confidence as he met their gaze.

He pulled the button on his shorts open, put his thumbs in the waistband, and pushed them down around his knees, leaving the hem of his shirt covering his bare thighs. Then he took the shirt in one hand and flipped it up, revealing his pussy. Robin was lowering themself to get a better look before they even thought about it.

A rugged, dark-colored pair of inner labia protruded from the slit in the white fur between his legs, hanging down a good half inch. His clitoris was standing up far enough that they could see its pink, domed head peeking out of his folds, thrust in their direction.

They undid their own jeans as they moved toward him, and he grinned a wide, pointy grin as their dick came bobbing free. Robin's dick was long, with a distinctively shaped, very practically tapered head. It was so hard it radiated heat against their own belly.

Wes gave it a long, appreciative look, then looked up into their face as they set their hands on the blanket to either side of him. "I want you to fuck me right here and knock me up right now," he said.

"That's all?" They became aware of their surging confidence when they recognized the low, level tone of voice they usually used when they felt in control of situations like this. They pressed their body to his and felt their cock's dripping tip push up against his warm belly fur. "That's gonna be so easy."

Wes chuckled, thrusting his hips into them. "Want me to turn around?"

"I would love that." Robin took two steps back, and he immediately turned and braced himself against the tree, pushing his ass toward them. Then he lifted his tail, raising his shirt with it.

They took in a sharp breath. "Wow, now that's an asshole."

"Right?" Soren interjected from behind, and Wes turned his head to give him an amused look.

It reminded them of 8-Track's, a broad and well textured ring of muscle bordered by fur of all three of Wes's colors. But for once, their attention was drawn elsewhere. Wes's legs were spread now, and the lips of his pussy were parted, letting white, cloud-diffused sunlight shine into the lower part of the channel that lay beyond.

They stepped forward again and took their dick in their hand, and he sighed as they pushed its tip up against his folds. They'd never had sex like this before, sex that would be part of such a potent, fundamental bodily process. If they came in here--if they came right now, even, with the opening of their reproductive tract just meeting the opening of his, he would more than likely become pregnant as a result. The two of them would have made a kitten. Robin rubbed their tip up and down across his pussy as they turned that thought over and over in their head.

Then they adjusted their stance, moving one foot back and the other forward, lining their purple sneaker up with Wes's scuffed up white one. Their jeans restricted how far apart they could set their feet, but standing low like this would be much easier than crouching.

They rested a hand against the tree, carefully lined up their shaft with his vaginal canal, and pushed their hips forward and upward.

The warm, soft embrace of Wes's pelvic muscles around their dick made them groan, just as he made a low sound in his throat. With their hand freed, they took hold of his hip for leverage, and soon they were fully hilted inside of him.

They sighed. "Hahhh... How's that?"

"Perrrfect." His voice was muffled; his face was pushed against the blanket. He turned his head to the side. "I think almost as deep as I can do. But go all out, okay?"

"Perfect," they repeated breathily, then drew their hips back a few inches and pounded their dick into him again at full force, eliciting a loud, happy sound. They repeated the motion, this time pulling almost all the way out of him, and began to fuck him in a heavy staccato rhythm.

They looked down, and their hand shifted across Wes's fur to grip his soft butt as they watched their cock pushing in and out of him. They tended to prefer dicks, but there was at least one major advantage to using someone's pussy to fuck them, and that was the view from this position. They watched the cute, wide ring beneath his tail flex with pleasure, in full view as they thrust into him again and again. He was such a good-looking guy. Robin often thought things like that while staring down their friends' assholes, but that didn't make it any less true.

There were at least two major advantages, they recalled with satisfaction. They pushed their hips up against his ass, embedding their dick as deeply into him as possible and holding it there as they leaned across his small body and nosed his ear. "Your cervix'd be right here then," they said softly. "If this is almost as deep as you can go."

"Mhmmm..." His eyes were turned almost directly upward to meet theirs as they shifted their body up and down, levering their dick against his inner walls, the weight of their belly resting on his back. "Mmm-mm... Can feel you right there, at the entrance..."

They gave his butt a tight squeeze. "Almost touching it."

Now he pushed his ass against them, moving it in a slow circle. They sighed into his ear. "Bet my kitten maker's getting real flustered in there with you at the gate," he murmured. "Make it pull its fuckin' weight."

A burst of energy moved them. They slipped one arm under his armpit and around his chest, and took hold of his thigh with their other hand. "I'll make it pull as much weight as you want," they said, and lifted him up.

He gasped, and they took a step forward and pushed him up against the blanket, his feet dangling as they stood almost to their full height. "Good?" they asked.

His muscles squeezed tightly around their dick. "Ye-eah," he half laughed.

Robin buried their face in his neck fur and pushed up into him as deep as they could from this position. They closed their eyes and groaned. "You're so light," they muttered into his shirt collar, and began to roll their hips up and down, forward and back, moving in a slow elliptical pattern as they pressed him between themself and the tree. "You want my kitten loading you down? In this tiny little body? For nine months?"

There wasn't much Wes could do in this position, but he pressed his face down against Robin's snout, squeezing it against his shoulder. He breathed heavily, otherwise silent for a few moments as they fucked him, then asked haltingly: "D'you... D'you know your birth weight?"

They opened their eyes in surprise. All they could see was the side of his muzzle; his lips were parted, and a lot of very sharp teeth were lined up in front of their eyes. "4.8 kilograms."

He shuddered, and his pussy squeezed and kneaded on their dick, drawing another involuntary moan out of them. They'd never expected to pull that statistic out during sex, but it was clearly working on him. "Fuck yeah, I do. Fuck, fuck, I fucking need to, uff... Give me twins... Nnh... Triplets... Stop," he said suddenly, and they froze. "This isn't deep enough. You can do a lot deeper."

They considered the panting mouth taking up their entire field of view thoughtfully. Wes was right. They were enjoying this position, but if he wanted them in deep, there were much better positions for that. "I can," they agreed.

"Put me down," he commanded.

They adjusted their grip, drew out of him, and set him carefully on solid ground. A gust of wind rushed by, chilling their slick cock and stirring up leaves around their feet. Wes grabbed the picnic blanket, gave Robin a set look, and threw it across a patch of forest floor. Soren stepped smoothly into a position where he could track them both with the phone camera as Wes fell to his knees and spread himself across the blanket in a prone position, his ass raised in their direction.

He'd lost his shorts at some point, but his sneakers were still on, pointing to either side as he parted his legs. Robin didn't bother to push their own jeans down any further; they knelt and draped their body across his, covering him almost entirely, and they were about to reach for their dick when they felt it find its way into his hot passage on its own.

"Nnh..." He grunted and shuddered again, just as surprised as they were. Resting on their elbows to slip their arms around his upper chest, they pushed back into him all at once, out, and in again, their hips slapping against his cheeks a few times as he buried his face into the blanket, crinkling the leaves underneath. "Hahh..." he sighed. "Almost... Give me a little more."

With a deep breath, they drew almost all the way out, planted one foot on the far side of his thigh, and pushed their way back into him. Their bodies ground together as Robin exercised all the leverage they could, and this time a long, deep, satisfied groan came out of him.

"Uhhhhhh-hah... Ugggh, fu..." Wes's breath caught for a moment, and he swallowed, then spoke. "You're... there... Hahhh, I... knew you'd... be able to reach..."

They let the breath they'd been holding out into his ear. Their dick was pressed against his uterus now. Their two bodies were forming a channel from their clenching balls directly to his ovaries, completely unobstructed and currently as short as possible. This was the place where lives started, right here, this organ deep inside this sly-faced calico's body, and he was giving them access to it. He wanted them to spray it down with their cum and make him pregnant.

They drew their hips back slowly, reluctant to leave that contact behind even momentarily. "Don't slam into it," he murmured. "Just give it kisses with the tip, like you just did."

After pulling only a few inches out of him, they pushed back in carefully as he'd asked, their hips grinding against his ass again. They took in his sigh of contentment as they pushed up against his cervix, then made the same motion once again. A part of them noticed that they were both purring. The wind blew, and tumbling leaves stuck in their fur. They'd made their leg carry their weight just a little oddly. But still, they were profoundly comfortable as they humped in and out of Wes's pussy rhythmically, feeling the warmth and vibration of his body against and around them.

Soren crunched his way around the two of them and crouched, his attention focused on Wes. He reached under Robin's chest and scratched behind his boyfriend's ear, causing him to purr louder.

They smiled and tilted their head to get a better look at the couple. Their glasses were slipping down their snout--whatever. If they fell off, they fell off. They pressed their nose against the blanket and focused on how Wes squeezed around them as they pushed in and out.

"Mmmmh," came his voice from beneath them, then again after a few more moments. Gradually, his quiet, happy moans grew more regular. "Mmm. Mmm. Mm..."

"I'm close," they panted out. They'd felt like they could cum at any moment they willed it for a while now, in fact. It was empowering, both of their bodies primed to give life to someone new at just the moment Robin chose to. They just had to ride the warm feeling that had built up between their hips to its conclusion.

"Hahh! Good..." said Wes, pushing his head up against Soren's hand. "Been... mmm... empty in there... mmm!... too long... Mmm-m, fuck..."

"Not anymore," Robin breathed in a low, level tone, and took a deep breath before lifting their hips. They pounded into Wes a few times, leaving those last few centimeters empty, and he made an overstimulated, impatient noise. Then they pushed their cock home, its opening meeting the entrance to his uterus just as their internal pumps surged into action.

"Ahhhhh-uhh!"

They took in the sound of Wes's loud voice in elated silence as their dick jumped heavily against his inner walls a few times; then their payload surged out of them. They felt the cum force its way through their cock's narrow passage and spray from their tip, directly into the depths of his womb.

"Gh! Hh!..."

Gradually he quieted down as they focused on spraying one thick jet of cum after another into him, until his ragged breathing was the only sound coming from either of them, his womb swirling from the excess of force that had inundated it. Then they finally let their breath out in a deep sigh. They felt warm and content. Their pelvic muscles still clenched every now and then as their body worked to deliver the last few splashes of cum it had to offer.

The two of them lay there in silence for a while. Robin focused their eyes on Wes's face, their field of view split by the big, round frames of their unsettled glasses. He wasn't looking back at them; it seemed he was taking his time coming back to reality, too.

At some point Soren had drawn away and left them to it. He was lying on his side, watching both of them with a fond smile, his face propped up on one hand. His other hand was on his hip.

"Where's your phone?" Robin mumbled.

"Under me," came Wes's muffled reply. "You better not have fucked up the framing sticking it there, Soren. I'm gonna want to watch this one every day until I die."

"Hyperbole," Soren said helpfully to Robin, and Wes suddenly lifted them a few inches as he shifted into a defensive posture. Then he relaxed.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot, he said you have problems with things like that."

"Hah... I guessed that one. But I appreciate you guys thinking of that." They extracted their arms from beneath Wes's chest, pushed their glasses back into approximately the right position, then raised their hips and withdrew their dick from his pussy, its job well done for now. They took a couple of steps back and let their bare ass drop down on a root. "Ufff... Wes... that was... really, really hot."

"Yeah..." Wes sighed and rolled onto his back, rubbing his nose. His pussy lips were still parted from accommodating their dick, giving them a good view into the pink passage beyond them, but they observed with satisfaction that nothing leaked out. "You really..." He laughed. "You really went for it. You literally just figured out you were into breeding and then switched modes to that. I thought you'd be, like, kinda shy."

Robin raised a hand to cover their face, feeling their ears turn a little red. Wes laughed again and pointed. "Like that!"

"I'm excited when I figure things like that about myself. I wanted to try it out, and you were offering, so..."

"Let me be clear: not complaining."

They giggled, then noticed a pair of jean shorts lying among the roots beside them. They tossed them to Wes, who caught them in one hand. "Soren primed me for it with his fucking awesome stories."

"I'm basically the hero of breeding," Soren said, looking at his phone. "Speaking of which..."

He showed it to Wes, who paused halfway through pulling up his shorts to look. Robin watched him lying there on his back, half sitting now. They visualized his kitten maker, as he'd called it, filled with their cum and flanked by his ovaries. It was up to those now to make sure he really got pregnant. They crossed their fingers, feeling their dick starting to harden again. What would Wes look like carrying the kind of enormous pregnancy he was hoping for? It occurred to them that they envied him--quite a lot, in fact, but in a way that made them smile. He was the one who was in this for the long haul, and he clearly expected to get a lot of enjoyment out of it.

"Okay, I gotta admit..." said Wes, grinning rapturously. "You did not fuck up the framing. Robin, come look at this."

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"How many hit points does he have?" asked Simon. The dragon took up a whole side of the table, and he had his neck bent in an upside-down U to look down at it.

"You don't know," said 8-Track. "You don't have the Telestethoscope anymore, and it's Robin's turn right now anyway. He's a little banged up, but he's doing fine by the looks of it."

Robin stared intently at the map. If they didn't take out this paper guy by the end of their turn, either Margaret or Simon was about to be fucked. How much damage had he taken altogether? Like 12? From 8-Track's description, it sounded like that was in the range of 10-25% of his total HP. They didn't have anything that had much of a chance of killing him outright in one hit... but...

"I throw some sleeping powder. What's the range on that?" They flipped through their book and found the relevant page. "Okay, I move... here, first."

They pointed, and 8-Track leaned over to look. "Um... You can't move there. The cricket's taking up that space."

"The cricket?" They looked at the eraser that represented the cricket. It was a good few inches away from where they were pointing. "Uh, how big is the cricket, again?"

"Hmmm..." 8-Track looked around. He removed the eraser, took the coaster out from under his empty glass, slapped that down in its place, and looked up at Robin with a self-satisfied smile.

They smiled back. It was so delightful just to watch 8-Track do something he was proud of. "This... changes things," they said.

The door clicked open, and everyone turned their head as the warm, fragrant air of late spring wafted in.

Wes greeted them with his usual pointy grin. "Sorry I'm late."

8-Track waved. "Hey, Wes! We're in a fight! Roll initiative, then we can decide how you're showing up when it's your turn."

He shut the door and approached the table with a swaying gait, and Margaret leaned in. "Wow," she said quietly. Right, she wouldn't have seen him for the few months she'd been gone. "Wow, Robin. You did a number on him."

Wes was enormously pregnant--almost comically pregnant, at his size. His kitten maker was making kittens, all right; you'd have known it a mile off. It was making excellent progress, too. His belly extended far in front of him and hung low.

Robin smiled at Margaret and shrugged. They preferred not to let their preoccupation with what was happening inside Wes show too much at game sessions. The group talked openly about their sex lives, but they didn't want to upset the balance and make a problem of a kink not everyone present was into.

He sat on the couch beside Soren, across the corner from them, and rolled a die. "Four."

8-Track wrote in his notebook.

"I attach 'turn to water' to the cricket," said Robin. Shocked faces looked at them from around and above the table, and they smiled. "What are its mind saves like?"

"Oh, shit." 8-Track laughed loudly. "Not the best! I did not think of that curse."

He shook a die in his hand, and the atmosphere tensed as it clattered across the table.

"But it saves." The tension was released in a series of sighs. "The curse burns up, and the giant cricket looks down at you. It doesn't know what you just did, but it doesn't look like it liked it. Do you have anything else?"

"Ah, no. Sorry. I tried."

He gave them a sympathetic look. "Paper man's turn then. Simon..."

"Oh, boy," Simon muttered from the ceiling.

Wes's belly caught Robin's eye as the round continued. Catching their eye was its default state lately, but at this particular moment, its surface was moving. His attention was focused on the game at the moment, but he smiled a little and twisted in his seat. Something visibly shifted and settled inside him, and he sighed contentedly.

Then he spotted Robin staring and smiled wider. He set a hand on his belly and leaned forward as far as he could, which wasn't far but was enough to talk to them past Soren. "Just helping the twins get comfy in there," he whispered.

He very pointedly used the word "twins" whenever he talked to Robin about them. He was very proud of their shared accomplishment, and he made absolutely certain they were proud, too. Not that they needed his help with that.

"Gotta make sure they're comfy," they replied. "I'm glad you're such a good host to them."

What would those two look like? Waiting for their friend to give birth was like waiting to unwrap a huge present, and he still had over a month to go. Clearly, they were going to be big. But would they have golden eyes? Calico fur? Tabby? Would they be identical, or would they look different from each other?

They succeeded well enough at focusing for the rest of the session. The adventuring party met with less success. They killed the paper man and subdued the giant cricket, but that part was easy. They couldn't face the mad bookbinder without Simon's cleric, and in the end, Wes's bard had disguised himself as the paper man and left with the bookbinder to pacify her and buy his comrades time to recover.

Now players were filtering out, having ended the session with the party split. 8-Track started cleaning up after the game, and Robin stood up to help him. Wes lowered himself onto his side and stretched out across the couch, which was now empty except for him and Soren, the two stragglers for the day.

Soren scratched behind his ear. "You're gonna be in trouble when you can't do the paper guy's voice next week."

"Mmmm." Wes yawned. "I've got a way out of this."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?" 8-Track asked, clicking the rings of his three-ring binder shut. Wes drew an invisible zipper across his lips, and the two of them exchanged crafty smiles. "All right, we'll see. You look great, by the way."

Wes winked. "Thanks. Robin did a great job."

"Hmm?" Robin, who'd only been half listening, looked up. "What'd I do? You were the only competent person in the party today."

He tapped his belly with a finger. "I was talking about this. And I meant to say you did a fucking great job."

They paused folding up the map for a moment and felt their ears start to turn red. "Oh. That's true. You did, too."

He propped his face on his fist and smirked at them. "Glad we're on the same page. Man, I better have another chance to get this fuckin' stuffed with kittens in my life. I knew it'd feel amazing, but it feels fucking amazing. I also can't wait to get these two outta me, though."

"Miss your normal size?" 8-Track asked with interest.

"Yeah, definitely. And it's also just killing me waiting to find out what they look like."

"Me, too. I wonder about that every time we see each other." They glanced down at him. They'd come around to his and Soren's side of the table. He'd said many times they didn't have to ask to touch his belly, so they rested a hand on it. "And I mean, it'll be a big day for them, too. You know, getting born. Always an important one."

"Oh, I am gonna be the smuggest asshole in the world about that." Wes suddenly slammed a fist into the table. "My pussy controls the lives of mortals!" he shouted. "Fear me!"

8-Track burst into laughter, a few dice slipping from his hands.

"Wes, you are such a fucking nerd," said Soren, petting him behind the ear.

Robin grinned and rubbed Wes's taut, round belly, then bent down to help their boyfriend clean up.