[KrocodileKrew]

Twofor grinned. "I can't wait to Bless you with more sons," he said, "But the birthing process is no easy process. From what I've seen of your Earthen women giving birth, it certainly doesn't look too pleasant."

He wasted no time and began rubbing his breeder's protruding belly, preening at the knowledge that this Earthen was carrying his son. Indeed, their son would be tougher, stronger, more athletic, more agile and more beautiful than most Myrmidons his age - male chromosomes were more compatible with Myrmidon sperm, after all. The blue-skinned alien listened to his breeder's moans of pleasure with slowly growing paternal pride and joy as he moved his hands over the swell, noting with silent glee that the space suit, a size too small because it had been built for a woman, wrapped so tightly around Thomas' tummy as to accentuate its curve and bulk, making it look even grander than it already did. Twofor bent on one knee and placed a kiss on the Earthen's belly, then stood back up. He cupped Thomas' cheek in one hand while the other continued to stroke the side of his roundness. "Let's go, love," he whispered happily. "I'm eager to make it known that you're mine."