Ashley is Pregnant

"Can I come in...?"
A young lioness stands outside your apartment door, carrying an overstuffed backpack.
It takes you a moment to place her face. When you do it leaves you floored.
You knew her once. 6 months ago she was your crush, and 6 months ago she completely disappeared from your life.
Her name is Ashley, and she is several months pregnant.
A little mental math tells you everything you need to know.
You swallow. You're not sure how you could say no, given the circumstances.
"Yeah... Make yourself at home."
She nods quietly and steps inside.
"It hasn't changed at all." She murmurs, looking around your apartment.
Almost on instinct you're by her side, helping her take her backpack off.
"T-thank you..." She stammers. "I've been having trouble doing that lately."
"I can imagine."
Real smooth, Captain Obvious.
Your hands linger for a while on the lion's shoulders after getting the bag off, her blue eyes shimmering with uncertainty.
How long did it take her to work up the courage to come here...?
None of this feels like it's real, but it is. You've known since health class it was possible, and yet you never thought--
"M-may I sit down?" She asks, voice trembling. "I had to walk here and my feet are swelling."
Ashley Burbaker doesn't tremble. She raises hell, shotguns bourbon, and breaks the law for fun.
"O-of course." You say anyways, and guide her by the hand over to your couch.
It takes a bit of effort to get her seated properly, given her condition. Ashley has to sit with her back to the cushion and legs spread "otherwise the cubs put pressure on my bladder."
You swallow again nervously. "Cubs?"
"Three."
"Ahh..."
You take a seat in the chair opposite her once she's situated.
"It's...nice to see you again." She says, brushing back a lock of hair. "You look well."
"Thanks. You look... different."
That's a bit of an understatement. She's not wearing a belt, her jeans have been rolled up a dozen times, and her ears look too large for her head.
Ashley Burbaker has literally shrank in size. It doesn't feel real, but can clearly tell you're taller than her now.
The cat flinches. "Ahh, y-yeah. That-- A-anthros change when they get...pregnant... In ways that humans don't uhh..."
Her eyes flick away, and she bites her lip.
...
You...
...
You need to be a man about this.
Both your lives have just changed forever.
"Ashley, they're mine, aren't they?"
She flinches again, and squeezes her eyes shut.
Tears start to fall down her face.
"I'm sorry Anon... I've been hiding since I found out. I-I thought maybe I could miscarry, o-or find a workaround so we wouldn't..."
She sniffles, wiping her eyes with an oversized sleeve. That hoody fit perfectly when you bought it for her at the concert.
You're by her side in an instant, offering her a proper handkerchief to dry her eyes with.
"M-mom and Dad found out Friday and kicked me out."
"Last Friday was almost a week ago, Ash. Where have you been?"
"Why didn't you come sooner?" is the real question posed.
"Lizzy's place. She and her family took me in, but money's tight for everyone and no one can look after me forever. She was the one who made me come here."
Ash looks at your handkerchief and smiles sadly.
"You were going to give me this for my birthday, weren't you? It has my name on it..."
"Yeah...I was."
It seemed like such an old-fashioned gift at the time, but it's customary on The Anthro Isles for couples to exchange favors when they become official.
"It's really nice, Nonny..." She whispers, and you feel your heart flutter.
"You can have it, Ashley."
She closes her eyes and buries her face in her hands. "I don't deserve it!" She wails.
Heart shattering, you wrap your arms around her shoulders and hold her tight against your chest.
Her shoulders are small...God, she's so small now in so many ways.
Be the rock she needs, Anon. You're a father now. What would dad say if this were him?
"You're staying here now." You say firmly. "I'm going to take care of you, Ash."
She hides her face in your shirt. "How can you say that? I ghosted you and turned up like this! What about your reputation?!"
"Are you sure they're mine?"
"Wha--? YES!" She declares, sounding offended. "You were my first time! You're the only one I've ever been with!"
"Then there's nothing to discuss." You say, stroking her hair. Soft even then, it feels as smooth as kitten down now. "I'll put sheets on the guest bed tonight after dinner. You can stay as long as you need."
A small lie. You'd let her stay forever if she wanted.
"I-I lied about it being safe..." Ash protests weakly, dripping tears and snot all over your clothes. "I don't deserve a bed!"
"That doesn't matter now." You say, hand drifting down to her belly. "You and the cubs come first."
Her whole body shudders with emotion, and at last she holds you back, nuzzling you up and down as she sobs. "You're supposed to hate me! Why are humans so clueless?!"
Reputation. Propriety. Hierarchy. Dignity.
These things are all important in old anthro culture, but you're from across the sea and she's a new kind of girl.
The kind that trades with sailors at the wharfs for Metallica CDs, dreams of owning a real Gibson guitar, and gives monkeys like you the best dates of their lives.
"How could I let you go, Ash? This isn't ideal, and I wish I had known sooner, but I could never hate the mother of my children."
That actually gets a little laugh out of her. "You're such a stupid monkey... You don't understand anything."
She pulls back, face leaking and still pained but actually smiling now. "I'm sorry for being so much. I've been such a hormonal mess since I found out, and my brain doesn't work right most days. I feel like such a good girl now."
An anthro idiom with no good parallel back home. Roughly speaking, a good girl is a woman who embodies their ideal of "correct femininity:"
She's immaculately groomed, with long hair and pristine fur.
Quiet and deferential in public, she's never flirtatious but obsessed with marriage and motherhood.
There's even an approved list of hobbies. Tick all these boxes, and some might call you a good girl.
No one has ever called short-haired, beer drinking, human music loving Ashley a good girl, and she likes it that way.
Ashley eventually cries herself out and goes back to resting on your shoulder. This time though there's a soft, genuine look of relief on her face.
"This is where I belong. I never wanted to be a mom before meeting you." She whispers, her hand resting on her tummy. "Even when I thought I'd have to go it alone, I never regretted meeting you. Some nights I play that evening on repeat in my head, as if I could step back into the memory."
Your eyes are fixed squarely on Ash's lips. You can't take another second of this.
In an instant your lips are locking, her moan is in your mouth, and it's just like you never parted.
She giggles breathlessly when the kiss breaks.
"Do you remember the last time we were on this couch together?"
"How could I forget? It was the most amazing night of my life. The Powerthrash concert, the mosh pit, tricking your dad into buying us tickets..."
Your fingers intertwine. The look of wonder in her eyes at the memory is indescribable.
"...and then you tried to jump the fence into the show anyways and ate shit."
Her cheeks pink up from embarrassment before you both break out laughing.
"I wanted to be a real human metalhead, okay? You were the first one I ever met and I didn't want to look like a poser."
You brush a lock of hair from her eyes and lay a peck on her muzzle. "Lemme put your mind at ease then babygirl, because you more than proved yourself. You were unstoppable that night."
"You were pretty cool too..." She mumbles, looking away, blushing, and smiling from ear to ear.
The way you two are giggling you may as well be high schoolers holding hands for the first time.
"Baybegoorl..." She says, sounding out the English word. Her accent sounds to you like a Dutch dog trying to talk with peanut butter in its mouth.
Somehow though Ashley always makes it sound charming.
"You kept calling me that. Do you still want me... to be your "baybegoorl?""
Her tone is playful, but anxious. There's nervous musk in the air, and she's searching out your face with her eyes.
The language of kissing, fortunately, is universal.
"Only if you promise to stay."


An hour or so later you've finished putting sheets on the guest bed.
You know where you really want her to sleep tonight, but you aren't about to be pushy.
This is a huge change for the both of you, and you want her to know she can be comfortable her. This is her home now, and it needs to feel safe like one.
There's only so much in her backpack to put away, and only so much to see, but she still makes you leave the room when her underwear starts coming out.
That's fine. After spending so much emotional energy you're feeling dead exhausted.
You don't even bother changing into your pajamas. Your shirt, shoes, and socks come off, but your jeans stay on as you crash into bed.
As tired as you feel though, you just can't seem to take your thoughts off of Ash. Images of her standing at the door, crying on the couch, resting in your arms, and dancing at the concert all those months ago simply refuse to leave your mind.
Nor can hers let go of you, it seems. There's a knock on the door not 30 minutes after saying goodnight.
Grabbing your phone, you flip your smart bulbs on, set them to dim, and approach the door.
"Anon...? Can I come?"
"Yeah. It's okay."
A beautiful, heavily pregnant lioness steps inside.
What you see takes you by surprise.
Ashley the metalhead, who once smashed a bottle of Jack Daniels over the head of a handsy security guard, is wearing an old fashioned nightgown, tied shut around her waist by smooth silk belt.
Even dressed as modestly as this, she somehow manages to take your breath away. More surprising still, the effect is mutual.
An adorable pink blush appears on Ashley's muzzle when she gets a good look at you, her hand reaching out impulsively to touch your skin.
"Oh my gosh..." She whispers, "You look like a rock star."
You laugh shyly and touch the back of your neck. Now it's your turn to be flustered. "I do?"
Biting her lip, Ash's hand starts to trace tiny little circles across your chest.
"Y-yeah..." She says breathlessly. "Just like at the concert. T-the sweat on your body, the hair, your jeans... You look just like Jim Morrison."
She leans in, pressing her nose to your neck as she inhales your scent. The effect is instant, making her whole body shudder. "I love it."
You feel the first trickle of confidence start returning to you, and stand up straight.
"A rockstar..." you think proudly. "HER rockstar."
She didn't expect to be flustered like this. You've got her on the back foot, with your rising blood pressure all but shouting for you to make a move.
So you take a seat on the bed and gesture for her.
"Come here..." You say.
Ashley shuts the door behind her, and she meekly approaches.
"I-I'm here because I want to be." She begins. "Not because you ordered me. I'm not that kind of woman."
"Of course." you say, softly but confidently. "I'd never imply otherwise."
Something about her posture and tone of voice is more submissive and deferential than before. Ash's rebellious pride is definitely feeling wounded by the idea, otherwise she wouldn't insist so strongly that she's not taking orders.
You tap the spot on the bed next to you. Though she groans and gives you a frustrated look, she can't stop herself from sitting down and clinging to you.
This close and personal, you can't help but notices all the little changes that have become more apparently. Though obscured, it's obvious to you that Ash's breasts have grown substantially.
While not exactly flat she was always, admittedly, a bit on the petite side. Now her cleavage is out and on full display without even really trying.
Her hips seem wider too, and her bottom has definitely gotten bigger. She looks very maternal now, whether she wants to or not.
"Hey." You whisper.
"Hey..."
You silently move towards each other.
"Do you remember what you told me that night? Afterwards, when we were lying in bed...?"
"I said I wanted you to stay forever."
Ash's eyes close softly and she bites her lip. "You did... it meant the world to hear that from you."
You rest your head on her shoulder and nuzzle her cheek fondly in a very leonine gesture.
That earns you a distinctively feline rumble of approval, and her legs seem to open entirely on their own.
"D-do you still mean it? Do you want me forever?"
"I do yeah..." You whisper, looking away. "But would a free spirit like you even want to be bound to someone like me? How could I ask that of you?"
Ash moans longingly, reaching out to touch your face. Her resistance has almost collapsed completely, but there's still one more thing she needs to say.
"Anon, I'm so scared of being alone again. You don't know what it's been like. I haven't felt safe since I found out we were having cubs, and getting kicked out has only made things worse. Being here though, being with you again, is reminding me why I never stopped fantasizing about being your wife."
A terrible, tense...beautiful moment of silence passes as you two reckon with her words.
You can practically feel her heart beating in chorus with your own, pounding life into you both as the decision point approaches. You can scarcely believe Ashley, of all people, is the one initiating this conversation.
This isn't some big change for her though, is it? The desire was always there, and now she's giving voice to it for the first time.
"I want a wedding band, Nonny. These have been the loneliest 6 months of my life, and my body is aching for you, but I can't let you inside me again unless I know you'll be here for our cubs."
You feel like you're going to faint. Your face is burning to cinders now.
Maybe that's why you laugh.
"D-did you just propose?"
She blinks at you, then groans. Pinching the bridge of her nose, it's easy to hear the old Ashley coming out in her words.
"No, stupid! I'm telling YOU to propose!"
Your heart skips a beat as you blurt the words out.
"W-will you marry me Ashley?!"
Her eyes squeeze shut when she hears the words and tears form in the corners of her face.
"YES, YOU IDIOT!" She shouts, and the crying starts all over again.
This time though it's tears of joy falling, and she's has you doing it a bit.
Everything about her now seems perfect and divine, from her short lioness's mohawk to her brilliant cerulean eyes.
Her lips are practically begging for yours, and before you know it your tongue is invading her mouth.
"Mmph!" She gasps, startled, but is soon moaning into louder and louder into your mouth.
Leaning her back onto a stack of pillows, you watch as she unties her nightgown and presents her entire ensemble to you.
There are matching arm and leg warmers, held up by a garter belt, that stop at her shoulders and inner thigh.
Mother's milk is leaking through the fabric of her silk satin bra, which strains at holding her growing bust in place.
A single tweak of her right nipple is enough to make Ashley start to melt. The smell of lion pheromones wafts through the air as a notable wet patch grows between her legs.
"Ah... Aaah! AH!" She moans. "P-please be gentle, they're for the cubs."
"I will be." You promise, and unhook her bra from the front. The fabric falls away, and her breasts spill out in all their glory.
Ashley's breathing picks up as you fondle her, growing into a steady pant of hot air that pours into your mouth with every new kiss.
The wetness you feel in her panties is unmistakable.
"Nonny... It's time." She whispers. "I'm ready to be one."
Standing, you help Ashley lie down more fully, elevating her hips with a few well stacked pillows. Next your underwear comes off, revealing you entirely average penis.
Fun fact: Anthros males, particularly those from the feline races, are pretty small in comparison to humans. Compared to most, humans tend to look like stallions.
The poor lioness visibly flinches in shock when she looks down her stomach and sees what's between your legs.
"Oooohhh my gosh, I forgot that thing!" She stammers anxiously. "P-please go slow love, there's not as much room as before!"
You kiss Ashley's navel, licking her now-an-outtie belly button. "As gentle as a newborn, dear."
"You promise?"
Your cock pokes the rim of her entrance and she inhales sharply, squeezing her eyes shut.
"I promise. 3...2...1...go."
With a push and a little bit of effort you pop! through her outer folds all at once, burying yourself just shy of her cervix.
Ashley throws her head back in response to the sudden sensation, shuddering around you as her clenching pussycat practically begs you to start moving.
"AHHH-HA! Oh God, Anon! Don't stop, please! I missed you so much it almost killed me!"
She doesn't have to tell you twice, and soon the air is filled with the wet slapping of flesh on flesh and an unending chorus of lion moans.
Grabbing one of your pillows, she shoves it in her face and bites down hard, trying to stem the tide of noise and preserve some of her dignity.
That lasts all of 4 or 5 thrusts before she gives up and embraces it.
"H-harder...!" She moans. "Bad girls get bred by savage monkeys!"
The overwhelmed look on her face, utterly lost in pleasure, says everything. A sudden series of contractions overtakes Ash's dripping cunt, her first orgasm come and gone.
"Lions who cum without permission get punished!" You declare, picking up the pace into a barely contained frenzy.
"Oooh God! OH GOD, PUNISH ME NONNY I'M SUCH A BAD GIRL!!!"
...Anthros can't get double pregnant, right?
"Ash, I'm gonna cum!"
"C-cum inside me! Breed me again!"
Stars explode across your vision as you experience the greatest orgasm of your life, Ash's body shuddering beneath you as another orgasm of her own wracks her.
The two of you are a complete mess by the time it's over.
Wet, warm, sticky cum erupts lewdly from her when you pull finally out. Her lingerie has been soaked through with milk, and there's enough sticky substances on both of you to satisfy an otter's wet and messy fetish.
Exhausted, you collapse onto the bed next to her, your hand searching vainly for hers.
She takes it into her own, and for a while after all you can do is stare into each other's eyes, pondering what the future holds.
"Were you serious about getting married, Ash...?"
She nods weakly.
"I'll buy the band tomorrow."
Your lover closes her eyes.
"Can it the human kind?"
"Sure..." You say weakly.
"Can I pick it out?"
"Of course."
"Thank you..."
You're asleep not 5 minutes later.


Chapter 2

Sunlight bleeds through your bedroom curtains, early in the morning on a gray, rainy day.
You open your eyes to find an empty bed, in an equally lonely and empty bedroom.
She was in your dreams again last night... Ashley.
This one was worse than the others though, far more painful to wake up from.
There have been families before, dreams of little lion cubs with knees in need of bandaids, but this one was the first time she's ever shown up needing your help.
Though heavily pregnant and afraid, she carried with her the promise of a perfect life, if only you were brave enough to offer forgiveness.
And her hands... God, you got to hold them again.
Do what the Dr said, Anon. Focus on routine... It's the best way you have to forget nights like.
So you force yourself out of bed and into the shower, grumbling at all the excess haircare bottles on the shelf.
You're on autopilot after that, guided through grief by a sea of meaningless tasks.
Turn off the water. Get dry. Brush your teeth, shave, and try not to think about her.
Get dressed, trudge over to the kitchen, grab some milk, and nod to the girl making--Hold on a second.
This isn't right.
...Sniff sniff
Yeah, this milk went off ages ago.
So you remove the cap and dump the yogurt sludge it's become down the sink.
"Please don't do that, sweetness. It makes Mommy have to pee."
"Don't do what now?"
You turn your head 45° and immediately drop your cereal box.
Ashley Burbaker, your ex-girlfriend, is standing in front of the stove, making breakfast in her underwear.
FrontalCortex.exe has crashed! Would you like to file an error report?
You gape in silence at her as she continues to cook, oblivious to you, her tail swishing back and forth in time with the music.
There's an old pair of headphones squished awkwardly over her ears, a human pair you handed over after being badgered repeatedly for them, and she's listening to what sounds like a 30 Seconds To Mars live album on her crappy old CD player.
"I for one think your father is more handsome than cute," she says, looking down and resting a hand on her belly, "but yes, I agree. He can be adorable when he wants to be.~"
"..."
"And what about you, hmm?~ Gracie and Calliope are excited to meet him!"
Oh dear God she's talking to the babies! She's here and she's real and she's talking to your unborn children and THIS IS THE GREATEST THING EVER!
"I don't think he'd mind. You can be Anon Jr. if you want."
ABORT! ABORT! She's trying to kill you with cuteness overload!
"Wait, no, fuck, I think you'd be Anon the third? Gods this song is iconic..." She murmurs, closing her eyes and leaning back as the music sweeps her away.
"(What if I wanted to break Laugh it all off in your face? What would you do?~)" She sings in broken English, throwing horns and raising her muzzle to the sky.
An evil, mischievous idea comes to your naughty little mind, and you creep towards the unsuspecting lioness.
"(What if I fell to the floor, couldn't take this anymore? What would you do, do, do?~ DON'T BREAK ME DOWN!~)"
Ashley's eyes shoot open as her headphones are taken off.
"BURY ME, BURY ME!~" You sing.

She screams like a little girl.

"ANON YOU FREAK!"
"What's the problem, Ash? We make a great duo!"
The poor girl's face is beat red, and her raised hackles make her more like an upsetti-spaghetti 3rd grader than a dangerous apex predator.
A batter covered spatula sails over your head and you double over in fits, laughing all the harder.
"So who threw that, you or Calliope?"
"She--! T-THAT WAS PRIVATE ASSHOLE!"
If this isn't the old Ashley out in force, then you don't know what is!
She leers at you and stamps her feet petulantly, biting her lip because she knows she can't get on you for teasing. You've only been doing it to each other since day 1, after all.
A new look suddenly comes over Ashley's face however, as if she's just remembered something important. Standing up straight and rolling her shoulders, she wraps her headphones back around her neck and turns back towards the stove.
"Don't read too much into this. I'm only cooking this time so we're square. I'm not some good girl; You're making your own food after this."
"I'm sorry, Ash. Is there something wrong, or...?"
"Nope. Nothing's wrong." She says, in the way women use when there's most certain someone wrong.
More noticeable than that, she's speaking in a lower register similar to, but not quite like, her former voice. Even her vocal cords have taken a bit of a hit from this pregnancy.
The whole performance sounds unnatural though, like a self conscious teenager who's behind his friends in puberty.
You scratch the side of your head. She's acting real obtuse. "We got engaged last night, Ashley. You were so exuberant then. Why so distant all of a sudden?"
"Yeesh, which of us has the cunt again?" She says, forcing a laugh. "You did me a solid, and I'm repaying it with food. Fuck, are we gonna talk about our feelings after this, or somethin'?"
"...yes?"
...
She slaps the last piece of French toast onto the plate, turning the stove off and dumping the frying pan into the sink with a huff.
Her old Metallica shirt hangs daintily off one of her shoulders. Funny... It fit perfectly the day you met.
She sighs, staring into the basin. "I'm still the same Ashley as before. You don't need to go treating me like a different person. Or--, fuck, I dunno. Maybe you didn't but you were going to. Humans don't know anything..."
Water rushes from the sink as Ashley's face falls quietly.
"We can talk feelings now, if you want."
You silently place a hand on Ash's shoulder and lead her to the kitchen counter.
A moment of mutual toast-chewing passes before she speaks up again.
"I love you, Anon."
"Love you too, honey."
A small, dreamy smile touches her lips. "Honey... That's such a human pet name. You have to get past the bees first, but what's inside is really precious and sweet."
"I haven't just gotten shorter since I got pregnant." She says, avoiding your gaze. "And, like, I've gotten way shorter since this started, but that's not really what concerns me most, y'know? Would be nice if it was though."
She laughs. "Like, can you imagine if it was? Just a little fukkin'-- 4"2' me with a watermelon in my gut up to my usual shit?"
"Think I'd have to put you on a leash and get an ankle monitor. No record store in the county would be safe."
"Oh, gods, never-- Please don't joke about that. Leashes." Ash says, her fur bristling. "I know you're joking, but that's still a thing in some places."
You cringe. "Jesus Christ..."
"Yeah. Now imagine wanting one. Do you still have that sketchpad I left here?"
"In the bedroom, yeah..." You say, standing up. "One sec."
You find it where you left it in your nightstand, turned to a drawing for the dream album she's always wanted to record.
The centerpiece of the art, hovering in the middle of a storm-wracked ocean, is angel wielding a flaming khopesh. Though overtly human in design, and posed in homage to Led Zeppelin, her clothes and hair draw from anthro depictions of their sky gods.
The expression on the angel's face, eyebrow quirked and partially obscured, seems to issue the viewer a challenge: "Can you handle what's in store?"
In other words, it's pure 80s edge. The image still makes you smile though. There's only one person she knows with a face like that...
"Entroponetic Collapse" reads the cover.
Ash doesn't comment on the drawing when you return the sketchbook, nor does she say anything for the first few moments she's working.
"They called it the taming back when I was a kid. I learned that name in elementary school, but it had a new scientific name by the time I got to matric."
The outline of a short anthro, wearing a traditional feline dress, begins to take shape.
"Getting shorter is only sometimes part of it. My mom lost almost a foot when she had her first litter, but that's really uncommon. Mostly you just get passive..."
A pair of rounded ears appears, then a muzzle and clawed fingers. Paws with no shoes in the old style are sketched, followed by a pair of sunken, baggy eyes.
"It's a survival mechanism that all anthros have, something that's supposed to protect us from harm and help the cubs. You start avoiding risk, producing more estrogen, and staying at home nesting so you're in the best position for the babies."
"That's all pretty normal for human too, Ash."
Her brow furrows with emotion as her pen strokes become harsher and more terse. "Did your mom forget how to make decisions when she was pregnant, too? Defer to your dad for everything, lose herself completely and turn into moldable MUSH because that--"
She finishes the drawing, flipping it around so you can see. "--Is all that's left of mine."
A middle-aged lioness in a collar stares vacantly at the viewer, with her hands folded passively in front of her, surrounded by two unknown males on either side, one old and one young.
The first lion is a well dressed and boxy adult, standing stage right of her with his face obscured in shadow. He's clearly meant to be haranguing her over something, as his arms are crossed and lines emanate from his face.
"Who's the little kid at your mother's feet? The one with the toy hammer over his head?"
"My older brother Aaron. It wasn't a toy."
"Ahh... And the older one is your father, I take it?"
A moment of silent staring passes, before Ashley unexpectedly tears the drawing from her sketchbook and pitches it into the trash can.
"Touchdown.~" She sings quietly.
That's more of a three-pointer, but they don't get ESPN in the Anthro Isles. A for effort though, babe.
"That was a bad omen. I should never have made it." She says, shoulders slumping. "That was the day I became afraid of having kids."
You come to Ashley from behind, wrapping your hands around her belly affectionately as you speak. "I promise to never order you around like that. I don't quite get all--" you say, gesturing vaguely with your hands, "of this "taming" stuff, but I'll never treat you like a servant, if that's what you're afraid of."
She closes her eyes, leaning into you. "That's all I ask, Anon."
"Besides, it's not like you've ever listened to me before, right? Can't imagine why you'd start now."
Ashley's answer is to turn her head and give you a silent, frustrated look. "You don't get it at all, do you?"
You sigh. "I guess not."
...
"Can we still get married today?"
"Absolutely."
Her mood improves immediately. "I know just what to wear!~"

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