Sequoia Coast poptarts are ravioli

It was........ interesting.

When Artaax finally parted from his friend, he knew that the experiment was definitely done with now. He felt a little dazed even as he placed all four paws back on the ground, as though only just now coming to after a brief coma. The sensations hadn't been entirely unpleasant - it had been rather nice, actually. Nice enough that he felt compelled to move up alongside her and press his nose against her cheek in an affectionate and extremely un-Artaax-like gesture. It couldn't be said that he felt any closer to her on a romantic or even emotional level. If anything, he simply felt more possessive of her, which was rather unfortunate for Furi, and for the sister he had completely neglected to consider (because why would he, exactly..?)

On the bright side, that was about the end of his sentimental reaction to the encounter. The hump hompleia fixed her with a curious stare as he backed up to give her space again. Any other boy may have felt anxious about his first time, wanting to know if he had been "good" for his partner, as though their enjoyment was any measure of his skill. Artaax didn't worry about things like that. Of course he had been good. He was great at everything, so why ask? No, he wanted to confirm something else.

"You're sure you can't get pregnant now?" he queried, in a tone that suggested he would actually be disappointed to learn that she could not possibly have just been loaded up with his bastards. Which - spoiler alert - he was about to be.