"Tolio, can I ask you, what is holding you back from those things?" She knew what was holding her back. She was fat, but not fat, fat. She was pregnant with a who knows what and that scared her. She hated the feeling of not knowing. The sire, Loki, had been a unipeg, and she was an equine, so there theoretically was a chance of a hybrid or twins.
What ever she had done with him seemed so wrong. It seemed so vile and tainted. Never the less, she wasn't sour right now. "Well Handsome, at least you aren't alone." She tried to grip her flirty behavior and enhance it. She could sense she had to be careful with this one. He seemed on the verge of crying, and exploding from happiness. She did have manners though, and she wasn't a caveman...
OOC: Really crappy right now.