Fiona's friends pull out all the stops

After a late lunch with most of the people heading north Fiona whispers to the deacon that she would love to sit down somewhere and digest for a bit. As she planned beforehand with you and her prospective wives, she leads him to a side room with a comfortable couch. He returns less than an hour later, Fiona clutching his arm. Deacon Lorrick has a strange smile on his face, one of those happy smiles that refuses to be suppressed even when the owner is trying desperately to look serious.

"Ahem, it would be alright... No, I mean, would it be alright if the journey north started tomorrow morning?"

"We'll have to check with Lady Emira and Sir Galren, but I doubt they will care much about half a day's difference." In truth you imagine that they and their new catgirl lovers are going to be entirely happy with another night together in comfy, warm beds. "Besides, this gives a little more time to collect some supplies that would be handy on the road."

"We might need more supplies, maybe even another wagon," says Fiona. She's got her head pressed to the deacon's arm and is definitely as relaxed as you've ever seen her.

"Yes, and when we return I will need Leshak's aid." He pauses, as if still coming to grips with it. "I hope you and your wives will be able to come to my weddings."

"Ah, Fiona's decided to make an even more honest man out of you?" you ask, grinning.

"You guessed it. Although considering the way the order of Bast operates, perhaps we should say a more devious man? In any case, yes, Fiona's to blame." He gives her ears a quick, rough rub and Fiona sighs happily, tail batting around like crazy.

"I think a nice long trip north is the best way for all of us to get to know each other," she says. "But I've heard of 'betrothal' from some people. Is that a thing we can do? Is there some kind of ceremony?"

"We certainly can't do the usual things," says Deacon Lorrick. "Normally that involves exchanging gifts or rings, other people would be sure to notice that."

You give him a pat on the shoulder and tell him, "You're going to have your hands full. But, since you've already decided to make your life that much more complicated what about exchanging kisses in front of witnesses. I'm sure all my wives would love to find out who your new wives will be. I'll see if Leshak is available too, makes sense for the high priest to know what you're up to."

For the rest of the afternoon and during dinner no more is said. But that night, after sunset, your wives eagerly line up. Lorrick and his wives have arrived as well, with the twins Avina and Carina flitting from catgirl to catgirl, trying to find out who's been chosen before the big reveal. All the catgirls are eager to see who's on the list, but these two are acting like they consumed a pound of sugar each. Your wives all helped to narrow down the candidates, but they're all wearing their poker faces.

Deacon Lorrick and Fiona come into the room and a hush descends. Fiona looks a little worried at being the center of so much attention, but she's hugging Lorrick's side, so she's not panicking. The next catgirl through the door is Jenine. She's also shy and looks a little terrified until she gets close to Fionna and Lorrick. Without bothering to say anything she just grabs the deacon and pulls him in for a kiss.

There's a "Yes!" from a few catgirls in the audience, as well as some quiet applause. Next she kisses Fiona for good measure, replicating the nature of the Bastian marriage ceremony that you and Sandra cooked up. Finally she stands to Lorrick's left, also taking his arm for comfort. Even though she's a few inches taller than Fiona and she's got deep chestnut fur rather than white fur the way the two catgirls are posed they are like mirror images of each other.

The next girl is Valerie. At 25 she's one of your older catgirls, though she hardly looks it. She's also a funny contrast to the others. The deacon stands about 5'8" tall, Fiona is just 4'11" and Jenine is 5'2". Valerie, despite her slender, hourglass figure, is a full 6'1" tall. She's one of your 'Shadow Stalkers' - a tall, amber eyed and gray furred catgirl. Valerie may not loom like Yvonne or Kyelle but she still dwarfs the rest of her new family. She leans down a little and kisses the deacon, then Fiona and Jenine in turn. She and Jenine have been almost inseparable since Valerie arrived, so it makes sense Jenine pushed for her inclusion. She takes her place behind and to the left of the deacon.

Cennara is next. Recently cured of her coarse fur she's showing more confidence, but she's still a shy and caring girl. She's sporting a sizeable belly thanks to the single catboy you fathered on her, so you're sure the deacon is happy she's coming along for the journey. She kisses each of the others in turn and then stands behind and to the right of the deacon. Even though you were generally aiming for shorter girls based on the deacon's preferences Cennara is another tall girl, her head is level with the deacon's.

The next face that pokes into the open doorway is that of little Eva. She's 18 and at just 4'10 she's one of the shortest catgirls you've got. Although she's small there's a lot of muscle hidden beneath her soft gray fur and she's a bundle of energy. Everyone but Fiona has to bend down to kiss her, but that just seems to make her even happier. She takes her position to the side of Fiona.

Another energetic catgirl quickly follows Eva. Talitha is the only red eyed catgirl in the group - despite the fact that Fiona said that Lorrick seemed to like red eyed girls and you were aiming to please. Still, only Talitha was the right fit. She doesn't even know it, but a pair of catgirls are going to stretch her tight, concave tummy in two or three months. After kisses she links arms with Jenine, nervously smoothing her soft gray fur out. At 24 she's almost as old as Valerie, but she acts like a teenager.

The last catgirl, Melinne, steps out into the room as if there's no one there but the catgirls and man she's soon to marry. She locks eyes with deacon Lorrick, then glides across the room. She gives him a long kiss, then proceeds in turn to each of the catgirls, replicating the long eye contact and the long kiss with each one, like she's connecting to them on a deeper level. It really seems to draw the breath out of Valerie in particular.

Melinne is 28 years old and you know she's definitely interested in starting a family. That need for children has hit her hard and you're pretty sure that she's bisexual. Certainly she's 'cuddled' with a lot of pregnant catgirls, Jenine included. She takes her place behind the deacon, hugging him from behind and most likely pressing her small C cups against his back. It's good that she's last because at 5'4" she just about disappears behind her future husband. You're glad she wants babies of her own - she has the same fur pattern as Renee, the shiny, white fringed black fur - which is mildly rare and a real eye catcher.

The deacon still looks like he's out of his depth, but he happily accepts the compliments from you, Leshak and all your wives. As wine and fruit juice are passed around to celebrate discussions get underway as to how he's going to hide his large new family.

All through the dinner, the betrothal and afterwards Sandra was relatively quiet. Much later in the night she wakes you and leads you down to the laboratory. "I sure hope it worked," she says, plopping herself down on the couch next to you. She pours both of you a little glass of milk and says, "To new families and new catfolk!" After the drink you use your powers to activate the crystal ball. It was left directly in front of a live scrying portal focused on the room where Fiona led Lorrick.

"It's very important for us to see what techniques they used to seduce him," Sandra purrs, wriggling her bum against your leg.

"Oh yes, you're not just trying to justify your rampant voyeurism," you say, scratching her behind the ear.

The ball begins to glow and the images and sounds recorded into the matrix of the crystal during the afternoon come into focus. "We can just sit here for a little while," says Fiona.

"I worry about taking you to the north. If you're getting tired more easily..."

"No, no. I just need to deal with the food, that's all." She hugs him, pressing her large belly against Lorrick's side. He gently pats her stomach and they stay like that, quiet and happy for a little while. Then Fiona says, "I want you to be happy, you deserve it. But you make it hard."

"What? Why?"

"Well you look at all these other catgirls," the deacon stiffens up enough that it's visible even through the imperfect recording, "but you never ask them to come home with us!"

He visibly relaxes and asks, "Is that what you really want? Someone else taking up my time and attention and love?"

"Mmmmm, it doesn't work that way. And in a month or so I'm going to be busy trying to take care of these babies. I won't even be able to make love to you. Except using my mouth, of course, but that's not as much fun."

"You are worrying too much about this. I love you."

"I know, and I'm so happy. I love you too! I just want you to love other girls too. If you see a pretty catgirl you can look. You can look at them from ears to toes. You can check out their tummies, their tails, their breasts. You can..."

He puts a finger over her lips and says, "Okay, okay, you win. I'll try not to look away from other catgirls in future."

Fiona smiles and kisses him. Then she smiles and shifts onto his lap and says, "Time for a little test". And with that she rings a little bell.

"Fiona, what?" is all he has time to say before the door opens. You can't see anything yet, but Fiona says, "This is Jenine. Before I moved in with you we spent a lot of time together". As she says this Jenine steps into view. Or more accurately she struts into view.

"Do you like her little tuft? Her nice, silky chestnut fur? Come on," Fiona pats the couch next to her and Lorrick, "come and sit with us." Jenine eagerly does, bounding forward and parking her bum next to the deacon, practically on the spot Fiona was sitting until she relocated to the deacon's lap.

"Her eyes are so blue, aren't they?" asks Fiona. "And she's definitely nice and pregnant, so even after I give birth you can have lots of sex with her. And she's three years younger than me - just 20. And, and, look at that tiny waist. I wish I could have such a small waist. Plus her breasts are a little bigger than mine. And she's a little taller too." She kisses Lorrick, who's still looking pretty stunned. "And you know what the best part is? I can see all these ways Jenine is prettier than me, but I know it won't drive us apart. We're not like most human women. I know you worry, but we're really close, and I know that if we both marry you you'll have enough love in your heart for us both."

For the first time Jenine speaks. "I've heard a lot about you Deacon Lorrick. Fiona's told me all sorts of good things. Thank you for taking care of her, she's really special. It was hard for me after she left. I didn't even know I was pregnant then, so I really didn't know what to do without her."

"I... I... um..." is about all Lorrick manages before Jenine gives him and Fiona a big hug. After that he looks back and forth between them and finally gives Fiona a kiss, then gives Jenine a tentative kiss that develops into something more. When he comes up for air he looks back at Fiona and she hugs him close. Finally, it looks like Lorrick is realizing that Fiona hasn't just been saying that she's alright with other girls to make him happy. She really does want this.

But Fiona doesn't wait to drive the point home. She says, "Jenine, would you mind?" and tilts her head toward the door. Jenine giggles and lifts herself back off the couch, struts out of view, and you hear the door open.

Lorrick says, "No, what are you doing?" but Fiona puts a finger on his lips. "I said I want you to be happy. I've been very busy talking to catgirls I know while you were wining and dining the new nobles. Now Valerie here is the very nice catgirl who helped Jenine after I moved in with you. Isn't she something? She's so nice. And she's got those lovely big B cup breasts. Those are going to come in handy with all our babies. And check out that figure. Oh, when I say babies I mean her babies too. Valerie just found out she has at least one little one on the way."

By now Valerie is sitting on the couch with Lorrick, smiling at him. "I know this must be a lot," she says, "I don't really know what I'd do in your shoes. But... I would love to be part of your family." She hugs Fiona, then she hugs Lorrick, pulling his head into her chest. "John has lots of wives. You deserve the same thing."

Fiona giggles and says, "From where I'm sitting I can tell my man definitely likes that. Mmmm, there's a little bump in my seat if you know what I mean."

"That's good," says Jenine. "How about if I just bring everyone in?"

"Wait, there's more?" asks Lorrick, pulling himself from between Valerie's knockers.

"Well of course there are. I wanted you to have some variety. There's a whole big plan for how we can make this work, so don't worry. For now just check out the girls I found for you. I really hope you like everyone."

"I, well... oh, there's no way to argue with you when you get set on something."

The next thing you see is a swarm of catgirls come into the room all at once. They mob the couch and the deacon ends up in the middle of a pile of catgirls, all of them proudly introducing each other. At your suggestion Fiona convinced them all to point out each other's best features. It makes for a very friendly group. Cennara points out Talitha's brilliant red eyes and her hefty muscles, Talitha points out Melinne's equally athletic body and her firm C cups, Melinne brags about Valerie's thick, heavy tail. And so it goes.

It's fun to watch from the outside, since you can tell when each girl gets into it. Fiona, loving and caring, didn't have any problem doing this. Some of the others were a little unsure or self-conscious. But as the compliments flow they get more and more into it, each enjoying the praise and then passing it along. They also get more physical - as certain body parts get singled out for being nicer than most another catgirl will helpfully grope or hug or stroke the area to put it on display.

When the recording ends Sandra moans and finishes masturbating. "Well, I don't know if I learned anything in particular," she says, but I think it worked and I think that I need to see you stuff your big cock inside one of my wives. Think Alice is in the mood? Or maybe you want to pump another load inside Bethany?

"Never change, Sandra," you whisper as you let her lead you back upstairs.