A heart to heart with Yvonne

You wake up early after a long and pleasant night's sleep. Looking around you take in the lovely pile of furry bodies laying sprawled across the bed. Alice is speadeagled, obviously too warm to cuddle with anyone. Kyelle is wrapped around Lessia's waist, her tail slowly wriggling and flicking even as she sleeps. The princess is snuggled up to Doe, her head tucked against your first catgirl's side. Helena is keeping Lessia's feet warm and Harmony is spooning her 'sister'. Bethany is close to you, presumably she was cuddling you but got too warm in her sleep and rolled away.

The other catgirls are probably out taking care of things in the nursery. Just as you're thinking it Yvonne quietly pokes through the door and softly pads over to the bed. The routine developed long ago - everyone makes their best efforts to tiptoe in and out during the night. There are so many babies that it's the only way any of you can get any sleep. When Yvonne sees that you're up she smiles and points to one of the room's couches.

That's another routine that developed all on its own. If you want a private word, some cuddles or some very quiet one-on-one lovemaking then the couches are a great spot. You don't have a clue which of those Yvonne is interested in, but you're more or less fine with any of them. When you get over to her Yvonne draws you in for a hug, pulling your head against her chest.

"This is nice," she says, so low you can barely hear her.

"Yes, they are," you reply, turning enough to kiss one of her soft, fuzzy orbs.

Yvonne rubs your hair playfully and says, "Not my boobs you nut! This," she says, pulling you in closer and rubbing your back with her other hand.

"Mmmmm, I like this version of you," you whisper.

"It's not like there's two of me."

"You've got a tough shell. I love when I get to see the softer you."

She sighs, but doesn't argue. Instead she takes your hand and places it against her belly. "I meant what I said to Kyelle. I wasn't sure how long I wanted to wait before I asked you for more... but I sure messed things up, huh?" She laughs. "Wow, I mean, if you'd asked me yesterday... I could never have told you this would happen."

"You're having second thoughts?"

"No... yes... maybe?"

"What's on your mind?" You look up and Yvonne looks down at you. In the dark it's harder to tell, but you think there's worry in her eyes.

She looks back at the bed, probably double checking that Kyelle is still asleep. "Well, I wasn't expecting all that stuff and I got caught up in the moment. Kyelle being in the family, that's wonderful. But," she looks away, "I, uh, don't really know what my husband thinks of me suddenly getting pregnant with her babies."

You sit up and pat her belly until she looks back at you. "I'm the one who made it possible."

"Yeah, but it was all at once. You would have been an ass if you said 'no'. So maybe you said 'yes', but you didn't..."

You silence her with a kiss. Yvonne definitely liked that answer because she latches on and keeps kissing you until you both have to come up for air.

"So I guess you really are okay with this?" she asks. Once again she pulls your hand to her tummy, even though there's nothing to feel.

"Yes, Yvonne. There will be lots of opportunities. I don't need you to carry my babies right this minute. We've already got three lovely daughters and I certainly do want to give you more, but doesn't it also make sense for you to carry some of your wives' babies? I'm sure as time goes on our other wives will do the same - they've got Lessia, Doe, you and Kyelle as role models. Maybe they won't want whole litters all at once, maybe they will. None of it will be a problem, I can assure you."

"I still feel bad making you wait," she says, though she's looking relived and a lot more confident.

"Well then just promise you'll let me fill you up as soon as possible after you birth these lovely catfolk," you say, jokingly.

"Hmmm, you're as bad as Sandra sometimes," she says, but her eyes are twinkling. "There again, when Kyelle's tummy is empty again you'll have to give her some little ones. It's only fair."

"Right, of course." You rub her belly.

"And it wouldn't be right of me to sit it out while she's trying to keep fit through a second pregnancy."

"Now who's taking after our red-furred seductress?"

"She rubs off on everyone," Yvonne says, giving you another kiss. "But really, you're not mad or put out?"

"Don't be silly. I'm looking forward to meeting these kittens," you say, still rubbing her belly for emphasis. "Most girls are at least as tall as their mother, so I'll be interested to see if that holds true for two of the tallest catgirls I know."

She holds you for a bit in silence before asking, "Do you prefer shy catgirls or forceful catgirls?"

That gets a laugh out of you. "Come on Yvonne - take a look at our wives. Do you see any kind of pattern here?"

"A lot of our wives are kind of shy."

"What, do you think I married you just because you were the fourth catgirl I saved?"

Yvonne stays quiet.

"No. You can push that thought right out of your head. What about Renee? Or Sandra, or Alice?"

"Yeah, but you had to take Renee - she's Doe's sister. Sandra got her claws in everyone right away. And by the time Alice showed up... anyway we're the exceptions..."

"Quite a lot of exceptions then, almost half my wives."

"But at first you didn't even seem interested in me."

"No, it wasn't that. I was interested, but I didn't know what catgirls were like when it came to marriage. I was caught in the same trap every human guy hits. Any human woman would chop a man's balls off for thinking he could make his own harem and put her in it."

Yvonne pointedly looks over to where Lessia is sleeping.

"Yes, since then I've learned there are some rare exceptions. But part of the reason I wasn't pushing to include you was that I knew a big, tough catgirl like you - who was also tall and beautiful, with a rare pattern of fur and breasts bigger than many human girls - a catgirl like that wouldn't have any trouble getting what she wanted out of the world."

"Hmph. Well it sure took you a while to realize I wanted you." She tries to sound grumpy but she's pulled you in tightly enough that you're having trouble breathing.

"I'm not saying I don't like shy girls, but I think you like them too. Especially girls like Lessia or Kyelle who are meek until you push. Then they show the iron in their spines."

That makes Yvonne grin to herself and she doesn't argue. The two of you cuddle for a good, long while.

"I guess it still doesn't feel normal," she says, out of the blue. "Being a mother, I mean. Just... those teeny fuzzy bundles who totally depend on me. It makes me so worried sometimes. And how fast they're growing... I don't know if I can keep up with them." She nuzzles against you and says, "But on the other hand, I love them so much. I feel this deep, hot feeling in the middle of my chest - every time they do something new I'm so happy. And even though I don't know how I'll keep up, I want more."

You pull free of her grasp so you can come in behind her and support her instead of her supporting you. She fights it, but only a little. Then she melts and lets you stroke her fur. When she sighs and her ears twitch a little you say, "You're going to be such an amazing mom."

"Mmmmm, I hope so. How many little ones do you think I can handle?"

"I don't think there's a limit. You'll take it as a challenge and you'll find a way to win, no matter what."

Yvonne's tail flicks happily. "Yeah. I'll win," she mumbles before falling asleep. You carry her over and gently place her behind Kyelle on the bed. Less than half-awake, Yvonne wraps an arm around her friend's side and buries her face in the thick fur at the nape of Kyelle's neck.