Sun Mote Copse Plasma storm.

He didn't seem to know the source of his own discomfort, which was at least better than some sort of trauma or something. Bronco said he didn't get it, that he found it weird, and in spite of her efforts to nip her strange feelings in the bud, Towhee was swept up in a sense of camaraderie. She did enjoy the physical act during her estrus, yet all the rest of it was quite peculiar to her too.

"It is fucking weird," Towhee agreed, then laughed at the unintentional pun. "Whose idea was it to mash genitals together? I mean, I don't wanna get all explicit on you and it does feel nice. But it's majorly fucking whack." She laughed again, a little harder, her skin buzzing warmly despite the cool spray of rainwater. "And I don't know about you but romance has never been my bag. But all that aside, kids are awesome," she concluded, "and worth all the weirdness."

She nuzzled the slumbering Meerkat again, feeling some of the tension leaving her muscles. The conversation was comfortably uncouth, just the way Towhee preferred them. Another burst of lightning lit up their little hideaway, revealing Bronco in sharp relief, and once more she observed his aesthetic appeal. It was still a little bizarre—she'd watched him grow from tiny pup to full-sized adult, for goodness's sake—but after going through something similar with Arcturus, she decided it was ultimately harmless. It wasn't like she was going to do anything with these fleetingly deviant thoughts.