I See Alphys, I See Francis (Alphys X Francis): Part 2
Uber-ticklish feet, up over the balls of her feet, into the little gaps in-between her toes, and even all the way up onto the very tip-tops of said toes, leaving trails and splotches of gooey, glistening snail sperm...i mean, slime all over her beautiful goat-mom
Pillaged and Ravaged
mother, their son being born a goat like his mother but with a slightly more feline-like figure and thicker hair around his neck, almost like his body had considered growing a mane but had quit halfway.
Pocket Change
The goat mother-to-be fell silent and simply rocked in place with her arms crossed over her bump and her eyes closed. if it weren't for the slight smile on liz's face, emma would've thought she'd fallen asleep on her hooves.