Wait for later

With all that's happened recently you decide to leave the princess alone for the moment. Maybe a few days from now you can bring it up and surprise her. She's the kind of girl who goes over things in her head over and over, so letting her stew and asking about it later will probably prove more entertaining. You cuddle up with Yvonne, Bethany cuddles against you, and soon enough you fall asleep surrounded by your harem.

When you awake you're expecting to feel the tug of your wards, warning you of an inquisitor's approach. But no, it's just Doe getting up to take her shift in the nursery.

The day proves quite relaxing, as does the next. You don't want to start anything which would be hard to excuse, so you're practically on vacation. You decide to change just one of your captives today, a muscular mercenary who Patrick says wielded a battleaxe. Once again you give lady Emira a chance to pick the fur color and a new name, resulting in 'Kari', the most aggressive looking red furred catgirl you've yet seen.

Sandra is quite pleased, feeling the significant bundles of muscles beneath the thick, glossy red fur coat. "Wow, a redhead like her could keep a harem in check." She wraps an arm around your waist and asks "Have I had that much of an influence on you, John? Do you always pick tall, lithe girls to be redheads so they all look like me?"

You chuckle and scratch her ears. Despite being one of your shortest wives Sandra has no hang ups when it comes to her own stature. But rather than wanting more catgirls like herself she loves encouraging you to make girls who are tall and thin. She does seem to love teasing Yvonne, Lessia and Bethany, your three tallest wives, but that's more to do with the funny reactions she can get out of them. You pull her close and wrap an arm around her chest, continuing the ear scratches. "You know this was lady Emira's doing. You've certainly affected me, but it's more a matter of the women I've been able to find. Tall, thin and sexy redheads are a hallmark of the pleasure industry, so more redheaded slaves tend toward that shape than any other. For manual labor people think redheads are too emotional, too troublesome. They're sold so cheaply that they rarely move far from where they're captured."

Sandra purrs and says, "I don't believe that it's all about the girls we get. I think you've developed a thing for tall, thin redheaded breeding material. But you're right about the 'pleasure industry'. Isn't it fitting that because of the sex industry most red furred kitties are going to be sexy?"

Lady Emira looks up from examining the results of her choice, "I imagine that being rarer, they'll one day prove quite popular in brothels. Especially since they can't breed with humans naturally."

"Yes, it's a sure thing," says Sandra. "But I'm hoping I can use that to change things. It's all on hold for now, but when there are enough of us I have a plan. If we take charge and make sure some catgirls end up as working girls we can place them at the best kinds of brothels. Make sure they end up only in places that have a no-**** policy. Guys who want to spend time with a frisky kitty will have to support those places."

"Do you think that will change the whole industry?" you ask her.

"Probably not, but I can hope. After all, tastes change - maybe the taste for catgirls can play into a taste for a new breed of brothels that actually treat their girls like people." She pauses and then in a deep purr says, "Speaking of breeding...."

"You have a one track mind," lady Emira says, but you can tell from the slight smirk that she enjoys the back and forth.

"Well, it's important - and it might involve you."

Both you and lady Emira ask "Come again?" at almost the same time.

"Well we don't want our new catgirls to miss out on the chance for a litter of cute kittens right off the bat. It would be suspicious if no more pregnant catgirls showed up all of a sudden." She points at you and says "You decided to be faithful to your wives, which is actually really nice but also inconvenient".

"I've also already bred an entire mansion worth of catgirls."

"Yeah, yeah, you say that like it's a bad thing. More chance of magic wielding catfolk is a plus. But then there's Patrick, who's got the hots for his cousin so bad he won't knock these girls up either!"

Leaning against a nearby wall Patrick smiles and says "Don't worry, once my cousin is nice and pregnant I'll be happy to select some other women for my own harem and breed some more besides. I just want to make sure she catches, that's all. This is an important first for my nubile 'niece'."

Sandra smiles at that and continues, "Anyway, unless we want to go out on the town again to collect some cum, that leaves only one person who could help seed this big, buff redhead." She points a finger at lady Emira. "I remember I read something in the lower library many months ago. It was a book about life magic related to helping couples conceive and it hinted at a blasphemous practice that mages could use if a man's testicles were so damaged they could not be healed."

You do know what she's talking about. But you're surprised Sandra even found that book. "Yes, it's possible and extremely blasphemous. Also yes - I could do it."

"What exactly are we talking about?" asks lady Emira.

"In some countries if a man cannot provide an heir then in some circumstances a brother might provide the seed necessary. That way the child is as close as possible to the father. This spell was a way to allow a sister to provide the seed if there was no living brother. It was very quickly banned as heretical - even before it could be used once, if I recall."

"How can that even work? I've read up on magic generally, but this is far out of my depth."

"That's probably because the church doesn't like it when mages write down real explanations of how life begins. But the way to think of it is this: the eggs women make and the seed created by a man are more alike than different. Each holds half of the details that make a person. The woman's egg holds a lot of nutrients and the tiny manufactories that make life possible. The man's seed has millions of little sperm, each built like a little arrow that is made to carry half of the man's nature to the egg and then start things off."

"This spell," says lady Emira, "it makes me able to produce sperm?"

"No, that would be... well at the least that would be complicated. What this spell does is it allows a mage to pull the half of a woman's nature from her egg and use that to replace the nature in a man's sperm. Then when that altered sperm touches the egg of a second woman you get a child that is the combination of the natures of those two women."

"So if you're up for it then you could be the 'father' of Kari's babies" says Sandra, the excitement driving her tail to flick back and forth, smacking against your back.

Lady Emira thinks about it for a while, running her fingers through the fur of Kari's toned tummy. Finally she says "I assume this won't hurt?"

"No, not at all."

"Alright then. In for a penny, in for a pound."

Sandra lets out a happy "Yesss!!!"

"Why should noblemen get all the fun?" lady Emira says to no one in particular, obviously psyching herself up for this. "You always hear stories about them cavorting and getting barmaids, miller's daughters and, of course, prostitutes pregnant. It's high time a noblewoman stepped up to the plate."

It doesn't take long for you to reconstruct the spell. The notes in the book are more than enough. It's pretty clear that your long ago predecessor was rather proud that such a spell was possible and miffed that the church spoiled his fun. In the meantime Kari has remained semi-comatose and lady Emira has been talking with Sandra and Patrick, growing steadily more interested in this new plan. Inside both women the spells you cast before starting your research are preparing their ovaries for action. In Kari's case her womb is also thickening up, readying itself for its first litter.

When you finally announce that you're ready she asks "What characteristics will carry over? Height, eye color, hair color? Our child won't be too feminine if he's a boy, will he?"

"It's the same as when a man and woman create a child together. The rules involved are complex, even I don't understand them entirely. There are a few details that carry over in some circumstances and can be predicted, but for the most part it's a blending of the two parents. In this case you both have green eyes, so it's almost certain that the children will have those too. As for the hair, it depends on what hair colors your parents had."

"My father had hair just like mine, however my mother was a redhead."

"It isn't always so clear cut, but in this case the children will either have red or black hair - or rather fur, depending on whether the half nature in your egg carries the red hair from your mother or the black hair you inherited from your father. I suppose some mix of red and black fur is also possible - and it's something I will be able to modify if you want."

You have lady Emira lie atop Kari, her vagina hovering over the that of the newly minted catgirl, and cast a spell to encourage her ovaries to release their eggs early. While you wait for them to drop you add, "Oh yes, and there is one other thing we can be certain of. The children will all be women. I could do some additional work to create a son, but since the majority of catfolk are women I don't see the point, at least for this litter."

Considering your worries about the inquisition it's nice that the actual casting of the spell is quite quick. Unlike some rituals that require days of careful preparation, in this case you're making one little change but then depending on life to do what it normally does. You collect three eggs from Emira's quite cooperative ovaries, sheathe them in protective magical cocoons and draw them down, all the way out of her womb, down her birth canal and across the gap to Kari's soft folds.

"Thank you, lady Emira. Your eggs have taken quite the journey and the rest of it will be within our feline friend."

With the spell you pull apart the eggs, preserving the delicate materials you need and stuffing them inside a few of your carefully dissected sperm. Kari's body has produced just two eggs, so you select a pair of sperm, one with the gene for red hair, one with the gene for black hair. Within a few minutes you turn to lady Emira and say "Congratulations! Assuming all goes well in nine months Kari is going to deliver four daughters."

She seems a little shocked. "Four? How many eggs did I produce?"

"Your body was quite generous. The spell I used is somewhat to blame, but you actually produced three eggs, of which I picked the best two to combine with the pair of eggs Kari produced. Then each of the two eggs from Kari divided. So she will bear two sets of identical twins."

She blanches. "Mother was right. I didn't feel a thing, but if I had slept with a man I could have been carrying not just one child, but triplets."

"It's not a sure thing. Even with three eggs ready and waiting it's possible that you would not have become pregnant. Even if the eggs fused with a man's seed they might fail to take root in your womb. In Kari's case I've made sure all four of those eggs are tucked away safely inside her belly. And if I'm not mistaken two will be red furred and two black coated."

"Fantastic," says Sandra. "and they're all going to have sparkling green eyes. Both of you are just under six feet tall, both of you are really pretty, so your daughters will grow up to be tall, pretty heartbreakers. I won't be surprised if in 18 or 19 years a whole bunch of noblemen follow them wherever they go, just drooling over them."

"I hope so," says lady Emira as she gives Kari a few scratches behind the ear. "it would be rather a waste otherwise."