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At first, neither Effie or Matcha were certain that their attempt at making an egg together had worked. Matcha was so fluffy that it was difficult to see the subtler signs of gravidity, the swelling belly or the beginnings of the pouch. Then, a few weeks after their night, Matcha noticed that she was shedding some of her thicker fluff. She was concerned at first, thinking she might be sick. That is, until she noticed the extra bit of skin. Her pouch. She was gravid. She was going to have a baby.

Matcha was elated, immediately running to tell Effie that it had worked. Effie kneeled to touch her belly, and sure enough, there was a firm swell beneath her fluff. Leutogi was next, the moomy showering Matcha with plenty of congratulations.

When it came time to tell Whistle, Matcha decided to do it alone in the morning. She wasn't sure if Whistle had noticed anything until he approached her with shuffling claws that signified that he was nervous about something.

"Uh, Cha...?" Whistle looked up at her. "Your colors are different."

"They are? Has my pelt changed again?" Matcha blinked and looked herself over. By the time she realized what he might mean, he responded in turn.

"Your lightest color." Whistle explained, "There's more of it. Not a whole lot, but it's different. Are you sick? Or growing more fur?"

"Not quite." Matcha sat in front of him, moving her front legs so that he could feel. It was how Whistle learned best. "Go ahead and touch. Does it feel different?"

Whistle did so, his expression growing surprised when he realized that she wasn't as soft there as she used to be. "Your belly's bigger, and hard." He said before understanding dawned on his face, "Cha, are you...?"

Matcha hummed in acknowledgment. "You're going to be a big brother. I'm going to have a baby."

Whistle was quiet, but Matcha expected this. He wasn't one to jump for joy, especially if he didn't know what to expect. On the bright side, his mancake Springtime seemed pleased, nuzzling and chirping as though congratulating her.

"When will the egg come?" Whistle finally asked, his eyes sparkling.

"I'm not sure. It shouldn't be too terribly long." Matcha replied with a smile, "I'll need help taking care of it. The baby will need someone to teach it things about being a stump that I don't remember because I'm so grown. Do you think you can help out?"

Whistle looked up with a tiny smile. "I think I can."

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Okay I know I haven't submitted the breeding yet BUT I'm going to and this egg's a done deal no matter what it looks like so may as well make it plot confirmed, she's expecting for real!

6/635 Beans

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Description

At first, neither Effie or Matcha were certain that their attempt at making an egg together had worked. Matcha was so fluffy that it was difficult to see the subtler signs of gravidity, the swelling belly or the beginnings of the pouch. Then, a few weeks after their night, Matcha noticed that she was shedding some of her thicker fluff. She was concerned at first, thinking she might be sick. That is, until she noticed the extra bit of skin. Her pouch. She was gravid. She was going to have a baby.

Matcha was elated, immediately running to tell Effie that it had worked. Effie kneeled to touch her belly, and sure enough, there was a firm swell beneath her fluff. Leutogi was next, the moomy showering Matcha with plenty of congratulations.

When it came time to tell Whistle, Matcha decided to do it alone in the morning. She wasn't sure if Whistle had noticed anything until he approached her with shuffling claws that signified that he was nervous about something.

"Uh, Cha...?" Whistle looked up at her. "Your colors are different."

"They are? Has my pelt changed again?" Matcha blinked and looked herself over. By the time she realized what he might mean, he responded in turn.

"Your lightest color." Whistle explained, "There's more of it. Not a whole lot, but it's different. Are you sick? Or growing more fur?"

"Not quite." Matcha sat in front of him, moving her front legs so that he could feel. It was how Whistle learned best. "Go ahead and touch. Does it feel different?"

Whistle did so, his expression growing surprised when he realized that she wasn't as soft there as she used to be. "Your belly's bigger, and hard." He said before understanding dawned on his face, "Cha, are you...?"

Matcha hummed in acknowledgment. "You're going to be a big brother. I'm going to have a baby."

Whistle was quiet, but Matcha expected this. He wasn't one to jump for joy, especially if he didn't know what to expect. On the bright side, his mancake Springtime seemed pleased, nuzzling and chirping as though congratulating her.

"When will the egg come?" Whistle finally asked, his eyes sparkling.

"I'm not sure. It shouldn't be too terribly long." Matcha replied with a smile, "I'll need help taking care of it. The baby will need someone to teach it things about being a stump that I don't remember because I'm so grown. Do you think you can help out?"

Whistle looked up with a tiny smile. "I think I can."

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Okay I know I haven't submitted the breeding yet BUT I'm going to and this egg's a done deal no matter what it looks like so may as well make it plot confirmed, she's expecting for real!

6/635 Beans

docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…