Chapter 7
by 
Progenitor
What happens at the camp?
Nothing Bad
The pregnant Catboi seemed to be a pleasant surprise for the gathered satyrs and fauns, all who smiled and greeted his approach.
"A real blessing!" A satyr said as he walked past.
"Oy! If only I can look like you at the end of the night!" A faun said, reaching a hand out to rub his rotund tummy.
"Who be you, that we'd know the name of who we sup with this evening!?" Another satyr, this one obviously in charge, said as he cleaned off a huge stone slab in the back of the clearing where they're having their feast. A young faun stood nearby naked, one hand holding her flat stomach, a blush on her face...