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Warning: Minor Popping in this one, but unlike my gruesome Halloween descriptions, this one is played for fun and pleasure. ", "writing": "\"Simply a must have. You've made the right choice, I assure you...\"\n\nThe croaky voice of the seemingly older Leafeon had an accent that Cinnamon couldn't quite place. If she had to guess, she would say... almost Transylvanian? Like a vampire from an old movie... or, no, more like the weird woman who warns of werewolves... She had to pause as she realized she'd gone a bit crosseyed...\nTheir fellow Grass type paused, then turned a bit to look back at her. The fluffy, auburn leaf vixen curled her tail in front of her face and shut her eyes hard in embarrassment. She still couldn't believe she had agreed to this... There she was, wandering the market on a boring overcast day, when she 'overheard' a 'conversation'. Or... Well... In reality, she scented the pheremone patterns of a nearby Grass type. Most times this wasn't any more unusual than literally overhearing, but because of the nature of nature's 'language', it meant that Grass types were forced to be shockingly honest...\nIt meant that when Cinnamon had sat down in a corner and 'listened', she was being listened to as well. And then, another Leafeon had suddenly sat next to her, scaring her half to death... Her thoughts of breeding jangled in her head, as if it were a fly trying to escape an ever closing box...\n\"You wanna breed?\", had been what she overheard. And to her embarrassment, she returned with an eager \"Yes please!\" before she could stop herself.\nThe other Leafeon had introduced themselves as a vast oak tree, its branches drooping with fertile fruit amongst its stark orange and red canopy. But in 'normal' speak... They called themselves Alba... Or Albus, if you prefer... \nThey were ambiguous as to which was their preferred, and their body was perfectly androgynous. They were slender, attractive for sure, and their leaf ears had grown so long and wide as to almost, indeed, be a canopy spread out to either side of their head. The shade had made mushrooms begin to grow on their lower legs, but they didn't seem to mind. They had a sage, very quiet way about them that put Cinnamon instantly at ease, even when they lifted their paw and asked, audibly this time;\n\"So?\"\nShe had probably intended to say no, but the older leafeon assured her that there would be no responsibility or worry over sticking around to help. \"What are we, animals?\" they asked, with a catty grin... \"You are in need of breeding. I am available.\" they extended their paw again lazily, the soft grin they wore only exaggerating the spacy bags under their eyes...\n\n\"So?\"\n\nThat's how she found herself in some nice little hut in the crook of a tall tree's root. It seemed to have grown into a perfect little hideaway, with a few subterranean rooms dug out to compliment it. She was glad; the loamy earth below her paws made for an invigorating thing to leave claw marks in...\nDespite their lax additude, the older leafeon apparently knew how to use their vines to treat a lady... Cinnamon could only stammer as she was mounted, and felt something slip inside. The anatomy of it escaped her entirely, because she was fixated on the wave of pleasure that had just crashed over her...\nA burn orange paw stroked her head... A muzzle nuzzled into her neck...\n\"Don't fret.\" they muttered, but Cinnamon was far from fearing anything at this point. She was practically vibrating as she felt things move under her... Between her legs... Around her puffy triangle...\n\"C... Can yo...\" she muttered, but Albus gently bit her nape to quiet her, forcing her to focus again on the thrum of nature taking its course...\nShe wanted to beg to learn how to make people feel this good, even if only herself. Her mind was a haze, her tummy already felt excited, and she couldn't escape a bombardment of images of her nestled safely in a little den like this, surrounded by eggs, while she curled tightly around a pod of seeds yet to be born...\n\"They're usually very big...\" muttered Albus into her ear, as if sensing her thoughts... \"My... 'fruit'... A thick shell of protection around my growing seed...\" Cinnamon felt hips slap firmly against her backside. She jerked her head up, jaw set, to avoid squeaking in pleasure... \"Eggs... Call them that if you like. I'm just here to make you feel... full...\"\nAs if she could feel any fuller than she did now. She even felt a knot suddenly intrude, which was nearly the last straw for her. She twitched underneath them, shaking off pollen she didn't know she'd made. Albus grinned lazily...\n\"You're not even laden yet...\"\nShe saw stars. That's why she was now dizzy and half waddling behind them. They had laid with the older above her, their head set atop her's, while the knot deflated. They mumbled sweet nothings to bring her back down, and then asked her a question...\nShe want to waddle around with that tummy for awhile or... \n\"Well... I could make sure you get them out before you leave... So you don't have to deal with it...\" \nAnd here they were. It was a damp, cool, quiet, and relaxing room deeper into Albus's nest. Cinnamon was standing with all four of her paws together, and her tail curled forward, trying not to stare or... 'listen' too hard on the pheremones that Albus still casually shed. Instead, she was lead into the chamber and sat down in the center of it. Albus sat near the door and gestured lightly at a small button...\n\"This is the thing you use to turn it on and off. Don't stay in too long hun. I'll come check on you in a bit...\"\nAnd they turned and closed the small wooden door behind them, leaving her in the dimly lit room...\nShe finally breathed out hard and relaxed a bit. Her eyes fluttered and she glanced down at her middle, which despite what had set her off, was already a bit heavy... She breathed in gently, shook herself off of more pollen, and then walked over to the button and pushed her paw on it...\nWith a soft hum, a large spotlight faded into view in the middle of the room. She perked and walked back to sit in it, and a shiver of pleasure went up her spine, for what must have been the fourth time that day at least...\nA sun lamp. A very good one, as only a fellow plant could make or select. Within a moment she felt all of her canine genes melting and giving away to any bit of feline in her heritage... To say nothing of the plant matter in her flesh and... her middle...\nShe splayed herself out, on her front at first, before quickly laying as lazily on her side as she could, to give her belly optimal room to swell... And it was a good thing she had, as with the energy she could absorb quickly going to the seeds planted in her middle, she heard a soft gurgle... And then felt her skin tighten...\nShe cooed and stretched her limbs in pleasure as she felt pressure grow firmer and firmer. She laid nearly entirely on her back and watched with eyes as lazy as her host's, seeing her tummy puff slowly... It came almost in spurts it seemed... A puff to 'chubby'... Then, 'noticable...' then, 'unignorable', before it got to 'unmistakable'. The sheer pleasure of it put her back under the other leafeon for a few moments, as she lowered her forepaws to touch it...\nShe shuddered... Her middle had expanded enough that the fuzzy, grass like outer layer of her fur had spread enough to reveal the almost literal peach fuzz below... And of course, at this stage, her milkline was poking out as well... Just enough that one looking would know for sure... Hence, unmistakable...\nShe rolled onto her other side and let her tongue protrude as she enjoyed the sensation continuing. The sunshine bore down on her, and caused her middle even more weight... Bigger... Heavier... The seeds grew happily... She let out a sharp huff as she reached what must have been full term, for a normal 'pod'...\nShe rubbed her middle and thought briefly about getting up to turn off the sunbeam and go to her host for further instructions... But paused when she noticed it was still swelling. A grin creeped up her muzzle, replacing the surprise...\nBigger. Twins... Triplets...? She shuddered as her milkline protruded enough finally to poke against the ground even while she laid on her side. The sun continued to flow along her skin... Into her body... Into the seeds... And fuel the growth...\nWithin a few minutes, she looked like she had swallowed a watermelmon. She giggled and rubbed at it, but her mind slowly picked at her pleasure in warning... And she settled back on her side with a soft 'whuff', shaking herself off as best she could before attempting to...\nAttempting to...\nA-Attempting to...\n\"Oh...\"\nThe weight was greater than a typical Pokemon egg... It was a seed, after all. And worse... She could feel more than one was 'ripe'... But that just meant excess energy was going to whatever runts would have normally been culled to let the others survive...\nExtra energy. More seeds.\nBigger... Belly...\n\"W-Wait, I...\"\nThe sun lamp continued cheerily on, oblivious to her plight or her mumblings. She tried to position her legs to walk, but the belly was big enough to make that awkward. Every time she scrambled up into a halfway decent position, waddling a step would be impossible...\nAnd her belly continued to strain... To gurgle... To grow...\nShe fell back to her side and went a bit red in the face... Her middle went melon... It was beginning to threaten some larger gourds. She shuddered at the image of certain pumpkins she'd seen. Her heart caught in her throat, remembering a particularly tired looking Gourgeist XS, who seemed to be carting about a Pumpkaboo XL...\nAs if to punctuate the moment, one of her 'eggs' wobbled hard inside her. She squeaked audibly and put her paws on her muzzle, quivering. But the one had begun a cascade, nudging the others to rebel against the confines they found themselves uncomfortably grown into...\n\"Don't... AH! Don't move so much... I...\"\nHer stomach continued to swell under the merciless sun. Too fertile for her own good. And worse... Now she was feeling cramps...\nRunning out of space in a belly meant one thing. Well... At least she was already in a room with plenty of fresh soil...\nHow had it come to this? She had woken up feeling listless and horny, now she was rolling in the dirt, thighs together as fluid leaked from her spade... Peachy, fruity scents filled the air as her passage was squeezed of its natural moist 'juice'. She squirted a bit as her spade bulged...\n\"Ohhh... D-Daaahh!\"\nShe covered her muzzle again, embarrassed for herself. Her middle gurgled and surged another soft puff of size, reminding her that it was this or...\nShe huffed and turned her front half over. Her chin set against her paws, she raised her thigh as her middle gurgled hard, her milkline dribbling with the pressure...\nHer poor entrance pushed outwards hard, before parting gently around a 'seed', as big as a cantelope, orangish in colour and flecked with green splotches. Its occupant squirmed in excitement upon sensing the movement... Perhaps even sensing that it was soon to put down roots of its own, if indeed its mama could finish what she so brazenly walked into.\nShe couldn't. That was her thought right now. As she laid there panting, face red and her cunny still drooling waterfalls, she knew that this was too much effort. The seed, she could pass... She could push that... But she couldn't resist the idea that, much as she knew she had to get out of the sun lamp... She didn't want to...\nShe gave a small yip and then a weak whine as her tail swished. She lifted her thigh again and... \n\n\"AH!\"\n\nWith a surge of size to her middle, she got that much less room inside. Now or never, she had to make some...\nShe grunted and bore down. Her opening flowered beautifully... Stretched until the seed's widest point. She took a moment to gasp a few breaths, groaned hard, and...\nPOP!\nShe slumped and put a paw on her middle... Her tongue lolled from her panting mouth... She felt strange... Proud... Excited, for sure, she could never deny that at this point. She shuddered at feeling the seed, still warm, rest against her backside...\n\"I did it...\" she rumbled to herself...\n\"Ahh... Nah.\"\nShe jerked her head up in surprise, eyes widening. Albus stood there in the doorway, looking a little amused... Their crooked smile made them look almost smug...\n\"I told you not to sit in the sunbeam too long, right? I didn't forget to say that. This is on you.\"\n\"But...\" she blushed hard, then perked, her tail wagging a bit... \"But. I did do it...\"\n\"You got one out.\"\n\"I can get the rest...!\"\nAlbus looked pointedly at her middle, which by now, wasn't much larger... but had kept filling none the less... Stretch marks subtly spiderwebbed under the leafeon's peach fuzz...\n\"S... So! So turn off the lamp, and I'll work through them...! ...Albus...?\"\nThe aloof leafeon fluttered their eyes a moment, in thought... Then smiled almost sympathetically before backing out of the room and closing the door...\n\"Albus...!? AH! HEY!!!\"\nHer stomach gurgled painfully and another egg slipped into her passage. Without thinking much, she pushed... POP! Her malleable plant flesh had remained relatively ready to let another seed through... It landed against the other, with a soft clack. She pushed again... And produced again. She pushed... Produced?\nThe pressure was too great. She pushed... And nothing came. She had so little room that a seed must have been trapped against her hips...\nHer stomach gurgled ominously... Swelled out harder... She remembered the gourgeist mom and squealed for Albus to help...\nBut the old leafeon knew they couldn't. Not now. Turning off the sun lamp would just deprive her of the energy needed to push out a pod that big. She would suffer needlessly... No. Only one thing for this situation...\nAlbus lightly sat in front of the door. Cinnamon panicked a bit when she realized they were still out there. Her middle tightened further. She swore she heard the sound of rubber straining...\n\"Albus... ALBUS! AAAAAAAAAA!!!\"\n\nPOP \n\nAlbus sighed heavily, tapping a paw a idly for a moment. They could hear the soft 'clatter clack' of seeds hitting against one another. Once that noise had stopped, they gingerly opened the door and waltzed in...\nThe seeds were embedded all along the ground, and a few were in the walls as well... The older leafeon smirked gently and walked into the spotlight... Where Cinnamon laid, her eyes spinning, her paws hung above her body... Perfectly fine.\n\"You might have mentioned you knew Seed Bomb...\"\n\"Bahh... Naah? I don't know...\"\n\"Hush...\" chuckled Albus, sitting down next to her, closing their eyes and humming happily at the feeling of the sun... \"Like I said. We're not animals.\"\nCinnamon shook her head hard and then looked down at her middle. She felt over it and blinked... Besides some discolouration, it seemed normal... It was tender, a bit like exposed fruit, but it was already starting to cover over with skin. Within the hour it would seem like nothing had happened...\n\"So I'm...\"\n\"You're fine, hun...\"\nShe looked utterly mortified upon realizing how embarrassing the situation was for her... But Albus licked her forehead once and then turned to walk away...\n\"Feel free to come back any time, hun. You know where to find me...\"\nCinnamon turned to lay on her front, biting her tongue. She tried and failed to ask a question, and Albus stopped and looked over their shoulder, smirking gently...\n\"Yeah. Any time.\"\n\nShe shuddered and splayed dreamily again, surrounded by the seeds in the warm sunlight...", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Simply a must have. You've made the right choice, I assure you..."

The croaky voice of the seemingly older Leafeon had an accent that Cinnamon couldn't quite place. If she had to guess, she would say... almost Transylvanian? Like a vampire from an old movie... or, no, more like the weird woman who warns of werewolves... She had to pause as she realized she'd gone a bit crosseyed...
Their fellow Grass type paused, then turned a bit to look back at her. The fluffy, auburn leaf vixen curled her tail in front of her face and shut her eyes hard in embarrassment. She still couldn't believe she had agreed to this... There she was, wandering the market on a boring overcast day, when she 'overheard' a 'conversation'. Or... Well... In reality, she scented the pheremone patterns of a nearby Grass type. Most times this wasn't any more unusual than literally overhearing, but because of the nature of nature's 'language', it meant that Grass types were forced to be shockingly honest...
It meant that when Cinnamon had sat down in a corner and 'listened', she was being listened to as well. And then, another Leafeon had suddenly sat next to her, scaring her half to death... Her thoughts of breeding jangled in her head, as if it were a fly trying to escape an ever closing box...
"You wanna breed?", had been what she overheard. And to her embarrassment, she returned with an eager "Yes please!" before she could stop herself.
The other Leafeon had introduced themselves as a vast oak tree, its branches drooping with fertile fruit amongst its stark orange and red canopy. But in 'normal' speak... They called themselves Alba... Or Albus, if you prefer...
They were ambiguous as to which was their preferred, and their body was perfectly androgynous. They were slender, attractive for sure, and their leaf ears had grown so long and wide as to almost, indeed, be a canopy spread out to either side of their head. The shade had made mushrooms begin to grow on their lower legs, but they didn't seem to mind. They had a sage, very quiet way about them that put Cinnamon instantly at ease, even when they lifted their paw and asked, audibly this time;
"So?"
She had probably intended to say no, but the older leafeon assured her that there would be no responsibility or worry over sticking around to help. "What are we, animals?" they asked, with a catty grin... "You are in need of breeding. I am available." they extended their paw again lazily, the soft grin they wore only exaggerating the spacy bags under their eyes...

"So?"

That's how she found herself in some nice little hut in the crook of a tall tree's root. It seemed to have grown into a perfect little hideaway, with a few subterranean rooms dug out to compliment it. She was glad; the loamy earth below her paws made for an invigorating thing to leave claw marks in...
Despite their lax additude, the older leafeon apparently knew how to use their vines to treat a lady... Cinnamon could only stammer as she was mounted, and felt something slip inside. The anatomy of it escaped her entirely, because she was fixated on the wave of pleasure that had just crashed over her...
A burn orange paw stroked her head... A muzzle nuzzled into her neck...
"Don't fret." they muttered, but Cinnamon was far from fearing anything at this point. She was practically vibrating as she felt things move under her... Between her legs... Around her puffy triangle...
"C... Can yo..." she muttered, but Albus gently bit her nape to quiet her, forcing her to focus again on the thrum of nature taking its course...
She wanted to beg to learn how to make people feel this good, even if only herself. Her mind was a haze, her tummy already felt excited, and she couldn't escape a bombardment of images of her nestled safely in a little den like this, surrounded by eggs, while she curled tightly around a pod of seeds yet to be born...
"They're usually very big..." muttered Albus into her ear, as if sensing her thoughts... "My... 'fruit'... A thick shell of protection around my growing seed..." Cinnamon felt hips slap firmly against her backside. She jerked her head up, jaw set, to avoid squeaking in pleasure... "Eggs... Call them that if you like. I'm just here to make you feel... full..."
As if she could feel any fuller than she did now. She even felt a knot suddenly intrude, which was nearly the last straw for her. She twitched underneath them, shaking off pollen she didn't know she'd made. Albus grinned lazily...
"You're not even laden yet..."
She saw stars. That's why she was now dizzy and half waddling behind them. They had laid with the older above her, their head set atop her's, while the knot deflated. They mumbled sweet nothings to bring her back down, and then asked her a question...
She want to waddle around with that tummy for awhile or...
"Well... I could make sure you get them out before you leave... So you don't have to deal with it..."
And here they were. It was a damp, cool, quiet, and relaxing room deeper into Albus's nest. Cinnamon was standing with all four of her paws together, and her tail curled forward, trying not to stare or... 'listen' too hard on the pheremones that Albus still casually shed. Instead, she was lead into the chamber and sat down in the center of it. Albus sat near the door and gestured lightly at a small button...
"This is the thing you use to turn it on and off. Don't stay in too long hun. I'll come check on you in a bit..."
And they turned and closed the small wooden door behind them, leaving her in the dimly lit room...
She finally breathed out hard and relaxed a bit. Her eyes fluttered and she glanced down at her middle, which despite what had set her off, was already a bit heavy... She breathed in gently, shook herself off of more pollen, and then walked over to the button and pushed her paw on it...
With a soft hum, a large spotlight faded into view in the middle of the room. She perked and walked back to sit in it, and a shiver of pleasure went up her spine, for what must have been the fourth time that day at least...
A sun lamp. A very good one, as only a fellow plant could make or select. Within a moment she felt all of her canine genes melting and giving away to any bit of feline in her heritage... To say nothing of the plant matter in her flesh and... her middle...
She splayed herself out, on her front at first, before quickly laying as lazily on her side as she could, to give her belly optimal room to swell... And it was a good thing she had, as with the energy she could absorb quickly going to the seeds planted in her middle, she heard a soft gurgle... And then felt her skin tighten...
She cooed and stretched her limbs in pleasure as she felt pressure grow firmer and firmer. She laid nearly entirely on her back and watched with eyes as lazy as her host's, seeing her tummy puff slowly... It came almost in spurts it seemed... A puff to 'chubby'... Then, 'noticable...' then, 'unignorable', before it got to 'unmistakable'. The sheer pleasure of it put her back under the other leafeon for a few moments, as she lowered her forepaws to touch it...
She shuddered... Her middle had expanded enough that the fuzzy, grass like outer layer of her fur had spread enough to reveal the almost literal peach fuzz below... And of course, at this stage, her milkline was poking out as well... Just enough that one looking would know for sure... Hence, unmistakable...
She rolled onto her other side and let her tongue protrude as she enjoyed the sensation continuing. The sunshine bore down on her, and caused her middle even more weight... Bigger... Heavier... The seeds grew happily... She let out a sharp huff as she reached what must have been full term, for a normal 'pod'...
She rubbed her middle and thought briefly about getting up to turn off the sunbeam and go to her host for further instructions... But paused when she noticed it was still swelling. A grin creeped up her muzzle, replacing the surprise...
Bigger. Twins... Triplets...? She shuddered as her milkline protruded enough finally to poke against the ground even while she laid on her side. The sun continued to flow along her skin... Into her body... Into the seeds... And fuel the growth...
Within a few minutes, she looked like she had swallowed a watermelmon. She giggled and rubbed at it, but her mind slowly picked at her pleasure in warning... And she settled back on her side with a soft 'whuff', shaking herself off as best she could before attempting to...
Attempting to...
A-Attempting to...
"Oh..."
The weight was greater than a typical Pokemon egg... It was a seed, after all. And worse... She could feel more than one was 'ripe'... But that just meant excess energy was going to whatever runts would have normally been culled to let the others survive...
Extra energy. More seeds.
Bigger... Belly...
"W-Wait, I..."
The sun lamp continued cheerily on, oblivious to her plight or her mumblings. She tried to position her legs to walk, but the belly was big enough to make that awkward. Every time she scrambled up into a halfway decent position, waddling a step would be impossible...
And her belly continued to strain... To gurgle... To grow...
She fell back to her side and went a bit red in the face... Her middle went melon... It was beginning to threaten some larger gourds. She shuddered at the image of certain pumpkins she'd seen. Her heart caught in her throat, remembering a particularly tired looking Gourgeist XS, who seemed to be carting about a Pumpkaboo XL...
As if to punctuate the moment, one of her 'eggs' wobbled hard inside her. She squeaked audibly and put her paws on her muzzle, quivering. But the one had begun a cascade, nudging the others to rebel against the confines they found themselves uncomfortably grown into...
"Don't... AH! Don't move so much... I..."
Her stomach continued to swell under the merciless sun. Too fertile for her own good. And worse... Now she was feeling cramps...
Running out of space in a belly meant one thing. Well... At least she was already in a room with plenty of fresh soil...
How had it come to this? She had woken up feeling listless and horny, now she was rolling in the dirt, thighs together as fluid leaked from her spade... Peachy, fruity scents filled the air as her passage was squeezed of its natural moist 'juice'. She squirted a bit as her spade bulged...
"Ohhh... D-Daaahh!"
She covered her muzzle again, embarrassed for herself. Her middle gurgled and surged another soft puff of size, reminding her that it was this or...
She huffed and turned her front half over. Her chin set against her paws, she raised her thigh as her middle gurgled hard, her milkline dribbling with the pressure...
Her poor entrance pushed outwards hard, before parting gently around a 'seed', as big as a cantelope, orangish in colour and flecked with green splotches. Its occupant squirmed in excitement upon sensing the movement... Perhaps even sensing that it was soon to put down roots of its own, if indeed its mama could finish what she so brazenly walked into.
She couldn't. That was her thought right now. As she laid there panting, face red and her cunny still drooling waterfalls, she knew that this was too much effort. The seed, she could pass... She could push that... But she couldn't resist the idea that, much as she knew she had to get out of the sun lamp... She didn't want to...
She gave a small yip and then a weak whine as her tail swished. She lifted her thigh again and...

"AH!"

With a surge of size to her middle, she got that much less room inside. Now or never, she had to make some...
She grunted and bore down. Her opening flowered beautifully... Stretched until the seed's widest point. She took a moment to gasp a few breaths, groaned hard, and...
POP!
She slumped and put a paw on her middle... Her tongue lolled from her panting mouth... She felt strange... Proud... Excited, for sure, she could never deny that at this point. She shuddered at feeling the seed, still warm, rest against her backside...
"I did it..." she rumbled to herself...
"Ahh... Nah."
She jerked her head up in surprise, eyes widening. Albus stood there in the doorway, looking a little amused... Their crooked smile made them look almost smug...
"I told you not to sit in the sunbeam too long, right? I didn't forget to say that. This is on you."
"But..." she blushed hard, then perked, her tail wagging a bit... "But. I did do it..."
"You got one out."
"I can get the rest...!"
Albus looked pointedly at her middle, which by now, wasn't much larger... but had kept filling none the less... Stretch marks subtly spiderwebbed under the leafeon's peach fuzz...
"S... So! So turn off the lamp, and I'll work through them...! ...Albus...?"
The aloof leafeon fluttered their eyes a moment, in thought... Then smiled almost sympathetically before backing out of the room and closing the door...
"Albus...!? AH! HEY!!!"
Her stomach gurgled painfully and another egg slipped into her passage. Without thinking much, she pushed... POP! Her malleable plant flesh had remained relatively ready to let another seed through... It landed against the other, with a soft clack. She pushed again... And produced again. She pushed... Produced?
The pressure was too great. She pushed... And nothing came. She had so little room that a seed must have been trapped against her hips...
Her stomach gurgled ominously... Swelled out harder... She remembered the gourgeist mom and squealed for Albus to help...
But the old leafeon knew they couldn't. Not now. Turning off the sun lamp would just deprive her of the energy needed to push out a pod that big. She would suffer needlessly... No. Only one thing for this situation...
Albus lightly sat in front of the door. Cinnamon panicked a bit when she realized they were still out there. Her middle tightened further. She swore she heard the sound of rubber straining...
"Albus... ALBUS! AAAAAAAAAA!!!"

POP

Albus sighed heavily, tapping a paw a idly for a moment. They could hear the soft 'clatter clack' of seeds hitting against one another. Once that noise had stopped, they gingerly opened the door and waltzed in...
The seeds were embedded all along the ground, and a few were in the walls as well... The older leafeon smirked gently and walked into the spotlight... Where Cinnamon laid, her eyes spinning, her paws hung above her body... Perfectly fine.
"You might have mentioned you knew Seed Bomb..."
"Bahh... Naah? I don't know..."
"Hush..." chuckled Albus, sitting down next to her, closing their eyes and humming happily at the feeling of the sun... "Like I said. We're not animals."
Cinnamon shook her head hard and then looked down at her middle. She felt over it and blinked... Besides some discolouration, it seemed normal... It was tender, a bit like exposed fruit, but it was already starting to cover over with skin. Within the hour it would seem like nothing had happened...
"So I'm..."
"You're fine, hun..."
She looked utterly mortified upon realizing how embarrassing the situation was for her... But Albus licked her forehead once and then turned to walk away...
"Feel free to come back any time, hun. You know where to find me..."
Cinnamon turned to lay on her front, biting her tongue. She tried and failed to ask a question, and Albus stopped and looked over their shoulder, smirking gently...
"Yeah. Any time."

She shuddered and splayed dreamily again, surrounded by the seeds in the warm sunlight...", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Cinnamon Seeds (Preg, Ovi)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "287" }