First, the morning of the wedding

You are brought to wakefulness by the feel of a rough tongue tracing your engorged cock. At this point you're almost used to it. You reach down without looking, lightly rubbing and scratching the ears of whichever of your lovers decided it was time to rise. She sucks down your whole cock, swirls her tongue like a pro. As you get close to cumming she lets go and sits up, finally revealing herself to you. Sandra grins down at you and shuffles forward, presenting her gravid belly as she sways her hips and lines up her other set of lips with your manhood.

"Sandra... you're lovely, but you're so close to giving birth. Don't push yourself."

She ignores you and slowly relaxes her leg muscles, dropping her weight and her pussy on your pole. It sinks right in, her steamy, well lubricated hole spreading nicely and granting you passage all the way to her core. By the time she's done your cockhead presses firmly against her cervix, knocking on the door to her womb.

"Uuuuunnnff!!!" she moans, pausing for a few seconds to catch her breath.

"You don't have to prove anything!" you tell her, but she's not listening.

After a few more breaths she half grins, half grimaces at you and begs. "Please, please pound me. Why won't you love me on our wedding day?"

"You've gone crazy. You know I love you, it's just a bad idea to..."

"Come on. I love feeling this," she rubs her belly proudly. "I love how big you've made me. I love how many babies you made inside me." She starts rolling her hips and squeezing with her vaginal muscles. Even as she grimaces again from pushing things a bit too far she says "I love how you can touch me all the way inside."

"Damn crazy girl."

"Yes."

Knowing you aren't going to convince her to get off you do the next best thing. "Baby crazy too."

"Oh yes!"

You grab her belly with both hands, running your fingers through the fur and using your nails to tease her taught flesh. "I can't believe you still want rough sex - you're too big."

"Never. This is what I was made for!" She begins riding you like she's possessed.

"Aren't you afraid for the babies?"

She stops, leans down and kisses you. Then she straightens and starts rocking her hips again. "I know you'll always protect our babies." Before you can try, once again, to convince her to be more gentle Sandra tenses up and shudders. You can feel the orgasm as her vaginal walls spasm. They seem to reverse course, trying first to pull your cock all the way into her womb, then trying to expel it from her body.

"Fantastic," she whispers. The rest of her body turns into a wet noodle and you're able to carefully roll her off onto an unoccupied section of the bed.

"Will she be okay?" asks Doe.

"I'm sure she will," says Yvonne. "But I agree with John - Sandra's the most baby crazy of us all." She rubs her own belly and then takes Sandra's place on top of you. "That said, I can't leave you with an erection like that. It's the big day and you won't be able to think straight with all that cum inside your balls."

"My, my, you're certainly horny this morning. Yvonne, what's go into you?"

"Your seed, of course. You're responsible for this," she says, gesturing at her own gravid tummy.

"For what? For a lovely, playful catgirl?" You run your fingers along her thighs and then take Yvonne's hands in yours, kneading them.

She rocks her hips, riding you far more slowly and gently than Sandra did. "You're such a smartass. For what you put inside me. For making me so huge." She grabs your hands and presses yours against her belly.

"Let's see - I put my tongue and my cock inside you. And you're not so huge, some of the other girls are about your height."

Yvonne always tries to act more serious, more focused, than the other catgirls, but at this she finally snorts and laughs. "Yeah, my height. That's what I'm talking about."

"Well I don't see anything else that's out of place. You look like a gorgeous, tall, muscular catgirl." You rub her belly as much as she lets you. "Gorgeous. Everything about you as it should be."

For a long while Yvonne doesn't say anything. She just rocks those big, sexy hips. To egg her on you use a tiny touch of magic to stimulate her G-spot, making sure it begins to tingle and build toward an earth shattering release.

"What am I to you?" she asks, her voice cracking as she tries to maintain that tough persona.

"A beautiful, loving woman, one of the women who I'm going to marry today." Knowing the pace of the heat building in her loins you time the last of what you're saying carefully. "Powerful, strong in mind and body - a leader, fighter and protector. Sexy, caring, ...motherly." As you say 'motherly' Yvonne arches her back and gasps, the orgasm blasting from her G-spot and overtaking her senses. The pulsing suction of her marvelously tight pussy sets you off and you empty your balls deep inside her body.

As Yvonne rolls off to your other side, snuggling against you as a mirror to Sandra, Helena hops up, looking eager. When she sees that your member is beginning to wilt she huffs. "Awww, I wanted some of that."

That draws some laughs from your other catgirls, but also some attention for Helena. She's bracketed by Renee and Alice, who both go straight for her nipples and her clit. Helena is never that good at being the center of attention, so Sandra runs her fingers along her thigh and you press your fingers to her belly.

"No fair," she mumbles as Renee takes the initiative and starts kissing her.

"All's fair in love, my lovely kitten," you say as you stroke her tummy. "We've got to let you work off some energy before the wedding, otherwise you'll be bouncing off the walls."

She tries to say something, but it's totally lost as Renee goes for some tongue action.

For the first time this morning you're free to look around. You're pleased to see that your remaining fiancees are taking care of each other. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that Doe and Bethany are mobbing Lessia. The princess' blush deepens when she notices you looking - but really, what man could resist? Doe is buried beneath Lessia's skirt and Bethany is behind her, holding her in a close embrace. The princess' first lover is kissing and nuzzling Lessia's neck, driving her wild.

"I just said we needed - ah! - to wake you up," she says, trying and failing to get Doe out from beneath her skirt. Finally she gives up and lets her lust get the better of her. You smile as you watch a princess of the realm widen her stance and press her hands against her skirt, pushing the head-shaped bulge beneath against her groin. From waist level you hear an extremely satisfied purr from Doe, who's extra frisky this morning.

...later, in the sitting room...

After the morning 'activities', as Lessia called them, the princess insisted on baths all around. Somehow, the girl without a coat of fur took longer than the rest, though she did put on some lovely makeup.

"Perfect," you say, placing a dish of meats, vegetables, cheeses and crackers beside her. "Now we can get to the important stuff."

"I'm sorry I..." she tries to say.

"No need to apologize or worry, today is not a day for any additional stress. We've got plenty of time and who wouldn't want to look their best on a day like today?"

She smiles sheepishly and thanks you.

"The first order of business is already taken care of, I just wanted you all to know what I've done so one more worry is off our plates." You look at Yvonne, Sandra and Helena in turn. "I don't want anyone going into labor in the middle of their wedding, so I've cast some spells to make sure that won't happen."

"Oh gosh," says Helena, looking mortified, "or even worse, ruining someone else's wedding. That would be so terrible."

Yvonne tickles Helena's tail and says, "Oh yeah, ruining someone's wedding is way worse than clutching your belly in pain right as you're saying 'I do'."

"Anyway," you continue, "not a problem. Your little passengers are taking a nap, just don't try any somersaults. I think it's rather appropriate that I'm marrying eight lovely women today and four of them are already pregnant with my children."

"Wait, four? Who's the fourth" asks Renee.

"Alice wanted to follow in her cousin's footsteps."

Renee and Doe both look at Alice. Then the blonde catgirl is mobbed by her cousins as they congratulate her. "Oh, it's so good to be a mother," says Renee in a dreamy voice. "You'll love it, I just know you will."

"I hope your kittens get those lovely red eyes of yours," says Doe as she presses an ear to Alice's concave stomach as if she can hear the microscopic seeds you planted.

"Well," says Sandra, starting to tear up, "three of them are carrying your children, anyway." She puts a hand on her own belly and her ears and tail droop.

You scripted this with her in advance. The story you've always told the others was that Sandra was already pregnant when she arrived and you managed to nurse her and her babies back to health. As usual your redheaded collaborator lies like a rug, yanking the heartstrings so there isn't a dry eye in the room. "Nonsense," you shout after a suitable pause. "I meant what I said." You kneel in front of her and kiss her belly button. "You were barely pregnant when you arrived, you've been my lover since that first day. I've held you since before you started to show and I was the first to feel them kick. These are our babies inside you."

The hug you get and the tears you feel running down your shoulder are not part of the act. Sandra is bawling - even though she's well aware of the truth this is the first time you've said it to anyone else. After she manages to stop sniffling Sandra purrs and says "We don't deserve you, and, and I can't wait for you to meet you - our - babies."

...a little later still, once the hormones die down...

"There was something else, something very important for our future. Do any of you remember Sandra's suggestion that perhaps Leshak could marry us?"

"Oh, you have a good memory," says Sandra, feigning a little airheadedness, "I didn't even remember saying that."

"Well I was ready to search high and low for an answer, but it seems there was one staring us in the face." You look over at Lessia, sure to be the hardest one to convince. "There may be a way for us all to get married. Have you heard of the order of Bast?"

"I... no, wait, yes! I have read a few things about them. They used to worship a god of cats." She looks pleased, there's a pause and then she says "Oh!"

"Leshak is a member. A high priest, in fact. And having talked with him, it seems the faith has no restrictions on a man having just one wife - understandable given the greater number of catgirls than catboys. So..."

"Yes!"

Wow - so much for hard to convince. "Yes?"

"Yes, I'll join the order of Bast. In secret, I assume? Yes, I want to marry us all together. And, yes, this is perfect." She beams and gives Bethany a kiss. "It's really quite funny. My father made certain we all understood the church - its aims and uses, but as the royal family we had to also be aware of how the church sometimes behaves, how we must sometimes be ready to put it back in its place. No powerful royal family can afford blind faith in the church. Then I spent many years reading voraciously in the royal library, learning even more about the church among other things."

You sit down next to her, unable to keep yourself from smiling. "So, unwittingly, I've managed to find the woman most likely to be irreligious and willing to commit the sin of bigamy."

"Only if she is allowed to indulge in that sin just as much as you. If it's possible I would love to marry all of you," she says, looking at each of your catgirls.

"I don't know what Leshak will have to say about that, but you won't hear any argument from me."

"Or from any of us," says Doe. "I think we've all taken to you. You're so nice and smart and fun. I always want you here with me."

A chorus of "Yeahs!" rises from the girls and soon Lessia's new dress is covered in fresh cat fur. She doesn't care in the slightest.

"Perfect," you say. "I'll go and get Leshak, there's enough time that we can all convert to the order before the guests arrive and the wedding - or rather the weddings - begin."