Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

Though his brows jumped at her explanation, it was more just a reaction to the word genitalia, which he found childishly amusing, given the current situation. The rest of it came as no particular shock, even as she forced him once again to contemplate her interior design, and whether or not it was child-proof or child-friendly.

In truth? Kindle was only mostly sure than men couldn't get pregnant. Y'know — your garden variety men, like him, who had just the usual equipment (as far as they were aware and, to be honest, as far as they cared to know.) But he was suddenly questioning: What would he say if she asked him to carry their children? The idea made him dizzy, ill-equipped as he was to contemplate it right then.

Honesty, honestly, was nearly impossible in that moment.

But, "I'm not blind, Treepie," was not any kind of lie, and even as he spoke, he pressed into the scant space between them to brush his muzzle against hers. He was unprepared for the electric zing! that shot through him, which briefly blacked his vision in all the agony of a first romance.