Tasan Okaa, Where Do Babies Come From?

So, okay. How babies are made. You'd say that, intellectually, you always knew how it worked, but that's not strictly true. You had zero idea as recently as a month ago that what you've got between your legs was for anything besides peeing to figure out who owns what, or on a beehive as a dare. And in defense of your previous, admittedly stupid self, that WAS all it used to be for. You had a brother, sure, before he got killed by a super cool falling rock, but you didn't have a mother or father. The zone had mongrels. If/when they all died, then the zone popped more mongrels. The concept of sex, let alone procreation, would have struck you as singly bizarre.

It's still a little weird, if you look at it dispassionately. But it'd be pretty much impossible to think about it that way, even if you weren't face to face with a Momo who's slightly embarrassed, slightly anxiously expression did nothing to diminish the glow of ripe, inviting femininity that she radiates like a goddamn sun. "Um...can I...?"

Momo bites her lower lip anxiously, a bit unsure of herself. But not so unsure that she doesn't give a small nod and carefully push her swollen tummy out at you. Okay, shit. Fuck. Is your hand shaking a little? The priestess is clearly apprehensive too...until your large hand touches her belly, your fingers carefully splaying out across her fertile bulge. Then, her eyes flutter and she coos in utter contentment, slipping under your arm to cuddle her plush body into your side as you helplessly caress her taut, warm middle.

It's a good thing Gero is here, because you are in NO mental state to ask any of the questions that would normally fascinate you. "So, our Goddess makes people pregnant? That's weird, right?"

Momo slowly shakes her head, obviously deep in a blissful daze as she slips her fingers inside your robe, lightly toying with your chest. "Oh, um, sort of? I guess? Fecund is about making more people for our tribe, but it's complicated? I didn't really read it that closely......obviously."

You haltingly clear your throat, trying to gain back a it of ground as someone with the mental capacity to actually take part in a discussion, regardless of how much girl is squishing how much tit and baby belly into you right now. "How, um, does it help us make more people? I mean, uh, it seems obvious but I don't, ah..."

Momo has her nose all but buried in your chest, the dreamy smile on her face making it clear that her answer might not be quick to follow. Luckily (or perhaps not, you're sort of ready for whatever Momo is thinking), a hesitant voice calls out from the path behind you. "Um, priestess? I, uh...hmm..."

You crane your head around to spot Maho, one of the tribe's harriers, and a kobold you've never seen before. That's weird. Maho seems to agree, a confused expression on her face. "So, um...I was having sex with Dyu? And then my belly swelled up? And then it went normal again, and then, well--" she jerks a thumb at the polite-faced kobold who waves to all of you, "--this guy was there? What happened? Who's this guy?"

That seems to prompt a response from Momo, her lilting voice as soothing and wise as anyone could hope from their priestess. Though she absolutely does not remove herself from her position snuggled against you. "He is a blessing from the Goddess, sister. Our new brother."

The archer scratches her head as the newly born, yet completely grown, kobold nods in silent appreciation, apparently impressed by the details of his birth. "So......is he my son? Or something?"

Momo shakes her head lightly. "His only relation to you is that we are all Okaa's children. Your ritual of life and passion provided the gateway for him to join us, that is all."

"Oh, cool! Well that's all I was wondering, thank you priestess!"

The surprisingly easy-going girl throws a companionable arm around the newly popped kobold, leading him back into the village as Gero speaks up again. "So, when we have sex, it just creates new kobolds? Like, instantly? No babies?"

Momo shrugs softly. "Sort of, yes. While we have less than a certain amount of tribespeople, anything that would make babies is instead just Poof! Fully grown person. Straight from the Fertile Mother to us!"

Huh. That sounds...easy, you guess? "What about after we pass that threshold?"

Momo makes a knowing noise. "Well then we get pregnant the normal way, and have babies. But they are born sooner and mature faster."

Gero has a deeply thoughtful look on her face as she processes all of this, leaning back against the carved gate of the shrine. You lightly tap a finger against Momo's taut tummy, prompting a giggle from the priestess. "So when is this one going to poof in? Hasn't it been a little bit?"

The girl abruptly flushes burning hot against your chest, her little hands lightly clutching at your robe. "Oh! Oh, um...no, I....I'm pretty sure I was already pregnant. Um, before I made all those Divinity choices."

She's tilting her head up, her big pale brown eyes finding yours as you search for a response. "Oh, so...this is...mine then?"

She nods in total earnest, which is a relief given your total dumdum response. "Yes. I think from all those times you came inside me."

"Oh, right. I remember that.

"Me too, it was nice."

You're both silent for a moment. The last several weeks have been nothing but realizing just how far you've come, only for another milestone to immediately follow that is even more outrageously far than that. Even so, this is an utterly new experience for both of you.

"...If it's a boy, can we name him after my brother?"

You feel Momo's grin spread across your chest. "Okay. But if she's a girl, I want to name her after me."

When the next inevitable milestone comes, you'll be ready for it. But if it could wait a moment, that'd be great. You want to enjoy this one for a while longer.