"What do you think of our princess having a kitten?"

Lessia isn't distracted enough to miss Sandra's whispering. She asks "What are you up to, you naughty minx?".

You laugh and ask her "What is Sandra always up to?"

"It must be about babies. You want me to have catgirl kittens, do you not?"

"You've got it in one," says Sandra, releasing you and almost prancing over to Lessia, Bethany and Helena. "But it's for a good cause - not only do you get to bring more catgirls into this world, but the first baby you carry will be smaller and easier on your body."

Sandra takes Lessia's hand and presses it against her still shrinking belly. "I'm recovering slowly because John filled me up with five lovely kittens, but you'd be carrying just one. And don't tell me you wouldn't like to carry some of your wives' kittens, hmmm?" She rubs the back of Lessia's hand and says "I know I would love to trade one of your human babies for one of my catgirl babies. We want our children to get along, and what better way to make them close than to have them grow up in the same womb?"

Lessia seems transfixed, so Sandra continues. "I know, I know, I'll have to wait my turn. You and Bethany got really close when you had no one else to play with. You want her baby inside your tummy, don't you?" Both Lessia and Bethany nod subconsciously.

"But is that even possible? Would that not be dangerous?" asks the princess.

"I don't think so. John told us there was a different version of the spell he normally uses on us that would make us carry human children. So if a catgirl can bear a human child then a human woman must be able to bear a kitten. Right, John?"

"It's possible, alright. And it's not dangerous, not when the babies are so immature. And yes, humans and catfolk are close enough that each race can carry the other's children. But Lessia, if you're worried about giving birth you know that I could alter your body to deal with those problems. I'm glad you brought it up, if it's hereditary I can at least make sure your children don't carry on that particular family tradition."

"Mmmm," says Sandra, still daydreaming about babies, "and maybe someday John will give us a way to not just trade babies but make a baby together. I'd love to see what kind of child a quiet, proper princess and a slutty redheaded catgirl make together. Or how about a quiet princess mixed with Yvonne or Renee?"

Your naughty co-conspirator is well aware that it's possible, having seen it done so recently. But Sandra is wisely priming the pump so that your curious wives can ask about the idea later. By then you will have had the chance to 'find' the needed spell.

"Are you saying I'm not quiet?" asks Renee, getting in on the fun.

"You definitely weren't quiet last night. But what do you think of my idea? I bet Doe could do a good job 'fathering' some kittens on our wife too, hmmm?"

Renee hops on the bed behind Lessia and pulls the princess' head back against her chest. "I think it's a bit weird. Girls are supposed to carry guy's babies. But we are all married and that's not normal either. Lessie better watch out - my babies have a habit of splitting into triplets!" With that she hugs Lessia tight.

"It would be a heck of a secret," says Bethany. "None of those nobles in town would ever guess that our princess is carrying a kitten. Or that one of us is carrying the princess' prince or princess. Is that how you say it, is that how it works?"

Lessia giggles and says "No, no. My children will simply be children. Unless I become queen they are merely related to the royal family."

On a totally different wavelength and almost bouncing with excitement Sandra chimes in. "Maybe once you get used to carrying a single kitten you can try your hand at a human child. That will be a little bigger. Then you could see how it feels to waddle around with twin kittens." She looks your way and asks "Human women can carry triplets and more, right? So Lessia could do it eventually. Oh, you could carry a baby each from three of us. Then it would be really easy to tell who the 'father' was when they arrived."

Lessia lets out a shocked little gasp, but she hasn't refused yet. Finally she pulls herself together and asks "I do not know about all that! But, ah, what... um, that is... if I did... <sigh>. For my first child... If you are willing, of course... Is it wrong for me to ask?"

You lean in and stop her with a kiss. "I'll check in the library. I know the spell, but I will double check everything just to be sure. If I recall correctly all we will need is for Bethany to get pregnant, then the spell to transfer the babies is quite simple."

"Oh. I do not need to be pregnant?" she asks, confused.

"Well, that's already taken care of."

"Oh!" Lessia brain stops working while she takes in the news. Renee, Bethany and Sandra all put their hands on her belly.

"I can't feel anything," says Sandra. With a big grin she says "Maybe if we got it to move around?" and starts tickling Lessia's tummy. The princess starts thrashing and wailing, but both Bethany and Renee join in and tickle her until she's pink and panting for breath.

"How long?" she asks when she can breathe again.

"I don't know if most of the women in your family are so fertile, but you were at your peak on our wedding night. That very first time gave us a child."

Lessia fans herself with her hand and lets out a breath.

Bethany, meanwhile, is looking at you and slowly spreading her legs. You're not even sure if she notices that she's doing it. You step between her knees and she startles, trying for a moment to close them up again, before relaxing a little. You kneel between her legs, just enough to bring you down to her eye level, and ask "What about you, Bethany?"

She smiles and look at Lessia, who's still wrapped in Renee's arms, then back at you. "Ummm, yes. Yes, I think so. It will help Lessia, right?"

You give her some ear scratches and say "Never mind that. What do you want? Do you want to carry Lessia's child? My child? No children at all? Or do you need time to think?"

"Oh..." she says as the ear scratches relax her muscles. She slumps against you and you move your hands down her head and her back, gently massaging her spine all the way along. You feel her hips shift a bit and her thighs wrap around your sides. When she lifts her head again she can barely meet your gaze, but she gives you a smoking hot kiss. It feels almost like a magical wave flowing over you. After a small eternity that kiss ends and Bethany sighs. "I feel left out with all these cute kitties around. I definitely want someone's babies, so if you and Lessia want to make me a mother..." she grabs you and pulls you on top of her as she tips backward onto the bed.

"Lessia," you ask between kisses. "Do you want one of Bethany's babies inside you? Do you want to feel our child growing inside Bethany's belly?"

Lessia reaches out and takes Bethany's hand in hers. "Yes. I didn't know how much I wanted it until now."

With that Bethany starts purring and rolls over underneath you. She raises her ass and sways it side to side, supporting most of your weight as she does. On a hunch you feel inside her with your magic and sure enough Beth's womb is at its most receptive right now. Her fertile catgirl form has already dropped a trio of eggs that are meandering toward her belly.

"Mmmm, Bethany, why don't you show all the catgirls in the main hall how babies are made?" says Sandra, teasing her. You feel the blush right through Bethany's fur.

"If they knew how much fun it was they would probably sneak off into town every night," says Alice, freshly returned from caring for the babies in the nursery. Not content with merely watching Alice gives Bethany a good, solid kiss, then starts making out with Lessia.

"Is this your idea, princess?" Alice asks, pointing back your way with her thumb.

"Well..."

"Oh! It is? Lessia, I didn't think you were such a naughty girl. You wanted to watch your wife get bred by our husband? I don't mind, but why didn't you warn me? I would have hated to miss it."

Lessia is stammering, she's beet red, but her nipples are standing out nice and proud. Much as she might want to deny it all this talk is getting her nice and horny. You decide to 'help' by turning Bethany slightly so the black furred babe beneath you can turn her head and look into Lessia's eyes.

Both Alice and Renee really get into teasing and pleasuring Lessia. The princess is half out of her mind when she cums hard and her body goes stiff. And neither of the two catgirls even removed the princess' clothes.

Even better, watching her lover get teased so expertly drives Bethany wild. She's bucking back at you at a pace more reminiscent of Renee, Yvonne or Sandra at their most horny. It doesn't take too long before she crumples to the bed, all her strength stolen as her body is wracked with orgasms. As she sinks into the mattress you also cum, flooding Bethany with a fresh load of virile sperm.

Not willing to wait you rush your seed up and along, past her cooperative cervix and through her as yet unused womb. You seek out those eggs and decide to combine one female and two male sperm with them. Your hope is that one or the other male children will fail, reducing the number of children that will fill Bethany's belly. Some of those eggs are likely to split and you don't want to overstuff her, not when she's also going to have a human baby that will take up more room in there.

Both male embryos do indeed fail, leaving Bethany with just one catgirl kitten. Then you spot a fourth egg descending, its release triggered by Beth's orgasm and the flush of hormones that accompanied it. You seed that with another sperm, simply choosing the closest one this time. Another daughter begins to develop. You stabilize both eggs, then pull your senses back. You flip Bethany on her back and give her a big smile.

"Wow. That did it?"

You nod.

"Okay. That was really something. I think I need to take a catnap." And like that Bethany sinks into the bed sheets and begins to slumber.