Being bored can often be a double-edged sword; while it's hard to bear at first, boredom is actually one of the biggest motivators. And for someone with advanced magical abilities being bored, a lot of exciting and strange things tend to happen. Many would agree with that statement if they saw this scene: a small, white, furry little creature with a halo just lazing on a bed. Let's call him Moon. He was with a partner who looked almost exactly like him, except she's the opposite gender. A twin, maybe, but considering that female Yordles often have smooth skin rather than fluff, it's within the realm of possibility that this is, in fact, an artificial clone! 
	Of course, it might not be just boredom that caused this clone to find its way into existence. The next motivator of its creation would be clear, judging by how Moon was talking with his female counterpart, which we'll call Moonie because having the same name would make it confusing. Anyone within earshot to hear them whispering to each other would be able to tell that they're talking about breeding, which the female Yordle didn't object to at all, seeing as she's him, if that makes sense.
	Moon was starting off with simple verbal teases, wondering out loud what it would feel like to essentially breed himself, er, herself... and Moonie was preparing herself for what was soon to come, moreso mentally than physically. But either way, as she glanced at the other Yordle's endowment, getting prepared was only going to help her so much. Regardless, they exchanged touches; Moon rolled them both onto their sides, facing each other as his hands then trailed to his clone's breasts, cupping and massaging over them. The favor was returned by the female, whose hand crept its way along the bed to reach for that insanely thick malehood, and there was no way that her fingers could fully encapulsate the whole circumference of it.
	The Yordles edged closer to each other, a single hand remaining on that set of breasts which fit nearly perfectly into his palm, they were just a little bigger. Firm, but at the same time, soft and squishy. His other hand found its way to the female's crotch, his fingertips caressing the immediate outside portion of that genital area, surely incredibly sensitive... and that'd be a good guess to stick with, seeing as Moon's fingers were getting wetter by the minute during the gentle fingering of that orifice. The male was making almost an identical amount of juices while he was rubbed, his dick leaking more than enough syrupy pre to coat the whole length very quickly during the course of its rubbing. Before the mess got too much bigger, both their hands moved out of the way slightly, just the perfect amount.
	They knew each other's bodies well, and the female's hand moved from the length of the other Yordle's member down to his balls, feeling them eagerly gurgle as Moon was being coaxed ever further into climax. He was getting closer, just as all this precum would make one think, and no penetration had even occurred yet! But he'd change that; he took his hand from Moonie's breast area and had that arm wrapped around her body, and he pulled them close together. His other hand was still rubbing along the clitoral area, his fingers dripping wet, everything warm and slick, just perfect. The female Yordle helped out with the beginning of being bred, steadying her breeder's impressively-sized shaft, wet enough that it was shimmering in the light. 
	It wasn't easy by any means, the head of Moon's dick pushing against the female's orifice, struggling to penetrate. The size difference was making it tough, even with all these slippery juices to help out! Just keep pushing, keep steadying, patience Yordle, patience... "Just count to three," the female whispered, urging Moon to keep a slow and easy pace.
	"One," Moon began, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, "Two..." He slowly pushed deeper, keeping things steady, and he was confident that he'd make it this time with the sincere help he was given. With an exhale, "Three," He said excitedly, and the female suddenly pushed against him, making that male Yordle mutter a squeaking noise in surprise as he felt an abrupt tightness squeezing his dick, and he knew that he had penetrated her. Keeping cool and collected, Moon started gently humping, really stuffing and breeding his clone full of precum. He made a "V" shape with his fingers on the female's lower region, right above his own cock, using those fingers to massage the most sensitive part of her body. As a bonus, his dick was being drenched in the female's fluids while it was lodged inside the silk-like walls of her vaginal area; there was minimal wetness on the outside however, because of how obscenely thick Moon's cock was.
	Plugging up the female very effectively as he bred her, it's fully possible she might be seeded and pregnant already just from the isolated cells of sperm here and there that were lucky and skilled enough to wriggle their way into the pre-ejaculate. With soft moans from both of them, they pushed closer together and planted one set of lips against the other, not realizing until now how full Moonie's belly was, inflated with a very abundant amount of dense precum. The female wasn't hindered by this at all, and she even welcomed it. Both her hands teased the male Yordle's package, just barely managing to wrap her fingers around that thick base. Three inches wasn't too extreme by an average person's standards, but we have to keep in mind that she's only three feet tall! 
	She wasn't able to keep her fingers there for long though, because as Moon humped faster and with more energy, he wanted to push all the way in. The female's soft groans of pleasure were silenced by the kissing as she was penetrated deeper, another bulge being visible where the tip of the male's dick was in her, and the humping was making her belly slosh as it got fuller and fuller. So Moonie's fingers went just a little further down, massaging those furry balls now, lifting and slowly dropping them, feeling their immense weight in her grasp. It was like holding a pair of furry baseballs that were filled with a really dense fluid, not getting noticeably emptier despite how much she was being filled. Soon enough, though, especially with that direct stimulation to that heavy sack... "I-I'm almost there," Moon panted, and then...
	There went the first spurt. Not the longest, nor the most powerful out of all the shots of cum that Moon would be releasing, but the female Yordle still was hardly ready for it, even after a warning was provided. Another long spurt of cum, so heavy that it was basically gluing itself to the inside of the soft but tight inner walls of the female. The male Yordle was hilted all the way inside his partner, and he ensured to not hump too hard, so that all (or at least most) of that fluid would stay inside. It was only partially effective; Moonie was pretty darn full, after all. And yet another spurt. Followed by many more thick and unrelenting ropes of that seed shooting one after another from the tip of that throbbing member. The Yordle was incredibly virile, his climax lasting so long and letting out so much extra-heavy cum that there was no chance of a failed fertilization. 
	The inflation of cum reached a limit after a while, the semen's own weight compressing itself inside, so even after more cum was deposited into that belly, the growth of it would be a little less than expected, but it would all still be there, just squeezed so tightly and under so much pressure. Several minutes went on, the whole time fueled full of orgasmic bliss and sexual energy from them both. Moonie was going through a climax of her own as well, just getting things wetter and tighter, prolonging her male partner's orgasm further. With many more pulses of that dick, the excessive filling and breeding went on, but those heavy balls soon ran their way toward being empty as they were rubbed and milked.
	After being filled with enough cum to have a one hundred percent chance of impregnation, plus several times more than that, Moon's many ropes of cum had slowed down to a trickle. He couldn't afford to pull out, lest he make a mess... "Let's just leave my cum in her for a while," he thought to himself. They both panted softly in the kiss, their faces burning red from blushing in their afterglow. The cum was thick, and would stick like a potent glue to itself and Moonie's insides... but that's assuming it wouldn't be under all this pressure. Her belly was bulged out and overfilled with cum, being well-bred for sure. The sexual rubbing halted, and progressed into a more intimate rubbing, like a hug, really. Moonie grasped a blanket and covered them up with it, letting them stay warm as she still had that dick all the way in her, there to stay for quite a while as all that sperm inside her does its work. 
	They rested, their eyes shut, calming down. Sleep sounds good. They slowly broke the kiss, but their heads remained just inches away from each other, sharing a pillow as the male and female Yordle both fell asleep at what seemed to be the same time, and his member would stay inside her throughout the remainder of the night. The dense, thick, and hot seed churned about inside her womb, and her being pregnant was impossible to deny.