[Poppy]

The question caught Ceral a little off guard, but he didn't feel the urge to protest. "Sure..?" he complied, smiling lopsidedly as he rested easily on top of Ivy. She similarly felt tingly against his skin, like small pricks sparked where they touched. He knew he shouldn't feel like this because this wasn't him, and it came to him slowly that maybe the scientists had given him something to egg on the mating. That was pretty scummy of them. He was curious if this was what they'd given to Nym too. There was only so long before they'd get fed up with all the carriers not wanting to do their job of carrying.

"They did this to make sure we mate," he said, his eyes narrowing as he considered the idea. "It almost feels like a heat." That was superbly annoying. Could they really not wait until everyone was comfortable enough to get knocked up? Ceral took in a breath and caught the subtle scent of heat. His heat. The one he hadn't had in at least two months and had been hoping it would be months more before it came back. That gross smell. He was tempted to curse out loud at them right at that moment, but Ivy took too much of his attention. Aha, those fuckers.