Emilie is appalled but guarded

Without a word of explanation you lift Emilie's cage with a spell and move her through the mansion to the south wing. One of the former masters of this house of magic had such a taste for politics and parties that he actually constructed an entire guest wing. You could have put your catgirls there but decided early on that it was far better to keep them in the main hall. Not only was it more secure against scrying but it made certain that the catgirls would have to socialize and deal with each other.

Luckily one of the masters that came after the party fiend thought of other uses for some of the expansive south wing. He - or was it a she? - 'improved' some of the rooms. It's the same level of workmanship that leaves you confident in the ability of the storeroom to keep your freshly acquired slaves from causing any difficulties. The only difference here is that the room itself is still furnished at a level suitable for mid-tier nobles. Okay, to be honest the suites of rooms are built to truly impress mid-tier nobles. They have an indoor commode, a pump that can draw water from the cistern, they have one fireplace to heat the bed over the cold winter nights and a second, well made fireplace that can be used to cook meals in a small kitchen or heat water for baths in the fancy indoor bathtub.

At your command the cage unlatches and tips, sliding Emilie out onto the plush carpet.

She sits up, looking ready to tell you off, but all that comes out of her mouth is "Wah-choo!!! Ah- ahhh... CHOO!"

"Hmm, yes, it is a bit dusty" you say, using another tendril of magic to call the tools from one of the servant closets that are hidden away throughout the south wing. The tools arrive before Emilie manages to stop sneezing and you simply dump them in a pile on the ground. "If you want to stop sneezing then get cleaning," you tell her, closing the door behind you. You're confident that the door, in fact the entire room, is proof against anything an angry girl armed with a broom, mop, brushes and a feather duster can do.

With a smile you do one last thing before leaving. The mage that built this wing obviously had a thing for maids. Hence the use of actual servants rather than designing magic into the rooms to take care of the dust and dirt. One thing left from his tenure is a wide selection of older style maid's outfits. You select one of the more standard ones, toss that into the room and then cast a spell on Emilie that will soon eat away the coarse fabric the slavers had her wear.

You leave Sandra in charge of Patrick, setting him to work immediately. Since you don't feel worn down yet you see to the charging of a few magical safeties and alarms around the mansion. Always good to keep up the defenses. But having caught and transformed a few of Doe's long sought family seems to have energized you. It's like your magic wants out. You oblige by transforming the young redheaded dancer. Her body is already so slender that there's little change as she becomes a catgirl, except that her breasts do shrink - just as Alice's did. Still, her A cups stand out quite nicely on that little dancer's frame.

You pump a thick load of cum into her belly, then give her the usual story. She's very meek and thankful. She even gives you a tight hug, complete with contented purring. If you hadn't just filled her pussy you'd probably have the urge to do so. Instead you take her hand and lead her out among the other girls, introducing her to Doe, Leshak and some other catgirls who tend to help the newcomers.

It doesn't surprise you at all that when Leshak goes to leave for the night a few catgirls decide they want to go with him and see the city. Iryne and Nelayne want to go, of course, but there are also three other girls - two black furred twins he paid a good deal of attention to and one fine, white furred catgirl called Kalina who's belly is nicely stuffed with three of your babies. You know that Iryne is also carrying twins but she isn't showing yet.

Leshak tries to tell them he's coming back tomorrow, but they aren't taking no for an answer. Nelayne and the two black furred girls do grumble about the need for clothes but that requirement isn't about to stop them going on an adventure. Just to make certain his night will prove interesting you fire a little spell into Kalina's breasts while the others work their way into clothes - some for the first time. Thanks to your spell tonight will be the night that little Kalina's snow white breasts will start leaking some milky goodness - and they will do so with a vengeance. You don't know which result will be better - Kalina timidly trying to ask Leshak about it, trying to get help from one of the other catgirls to deal with the problem or trying to hide it until she can make it back here to ask Doe about it. Mmmm, more things to scry on tonight.

After dinner you check on Patrick's progress. Sandra gave him a laundry list of things to tackle and he's managed a few. The results aren't that great, but serviceable. With a bit more work they will be up to snuff. Plus, you can see some improvement in the things he's worked on, even in just half a day. He's not used to the tasks yet, but his devious mind is suited to them.

You tell him where to find his 'niece' and send him off with some food to share with her. He takes the platter and races through the corridors to Emilie's room, collects himself and knocks timidly. At first there's no response. In the magic mirror you can see that Emilie has hidden behind the door, a hefty brush held above her head. Despite her new garb the girl does not look very maid-like.

"Emmy - it's me," he calls out.

That leads to some uncertainty, but finally Emilie steps back and grumbles "Come in."

"Okay. Oh, uh... a few things. The mage said you shouldn't try to leave the room."

"Yeah, figured that out," she says with a wince, shaking her right hand.

"Uh, the other thing is... er..."

"Oh just get in here!" she says, all patience at an end.

So Patrick does just that. Emilie's eyes go wide and she drops the heavy brush to the floor. "Oh my God!" she manages to say before her eyes roll back and she faints.

Patrick is just as surprised at his niece's new outfit, it would seem. She collapses onto a thickly upholstered couch before he takes more than a few steps.

Patrick puts the platter down and moves quickly to her side. A few light pats on her cheek and Emilie comes around. She blinks a few times, then her eyes focus and she screams.

"Gah! Please, these new ears are sensitive!" Patrick shouts, stepping back and nearly falling over a low table.

Panting madly Emilie finally realizes who she's looking at. "Pat... Patrick!?! But, no, no, no, no..."

He moves closer and takes her hand. Emilie very obviously has an urge to recoil, but she manages to stay still. "What happened?" she asks.

"The mage wanted to see what would happen, so..."

"What? He - he just did this to you because he felt like it?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

After a long pause Emilie asks, "How are you?"

"It's actually not all that bad. It felt strange as hell when it happened, but I'm not even sore now."

"You don't think... maybe he would change you back?"

"I don't think so, somehow. He seems to want to keep me for stuff. He didn't really say much about what or why. I think maybe he wants someone who can't run away."

"Oh God... he's already done this to you. He'll do it to me next. Ugh I'll be a cat maid for him - UGH!"

"Actually, I think you're safe."

"What? How?"

"Well changing me took a lot out of him. And I started talking once I saw he wasn't just going to bring you in and change you right away. He thinks we're very close. I think he talked to the slavers." She gets a dark look in her eyes. "But, hang on. See, I said I'd work for him if you were safe. So, so if I work for him he lets you stay here."

She sounds a little angry when she finally replies, "So your silver tongue finally found a good use, did it?"

"Emmy - I'm doing my best here. Look, all you have to do is pretend a little. I don't think he cares too much about what you get up to as long as he's got a willing catboy for... whatever it is he plans to use me for."

Emilie doesn't seem inclined to say much more. It's obvious that his failed attempt to seduce her with wine, followed by capture and probably weeks on the road to stew in her unhappiness has left her angry and resentful. Patrick has got his work cut out for him. There again, both you and Sandra will be cheering him along, all the way to the day he finally gets to crack her shell.