Refuse

It's certainly tempting, what with a pair of naked and memory blocked catgirls laying on the table before you. But you have already fathered so many. Besides, it's hard enough keeping pace with your wives. "I think I've fathered enough bastards for one lifetime" you say, looking over at Patrick as you slip an arm around Sandra's waist.

"Heh, well, er... I was kind of thinking Emilie would be the first to bear my child."

"You're both so romantic" says Sandra, pressing her body against you. "Any chance of keeping these two the way they are for a few days?"

You consider it, then tell her. "Not in my state. It gets tricky when it goes on for too long. Much like keeping them ****. I suppose we could just let these two go unfertilized. That's still the most common result."

"But it's our tradition" says Sandra. "These two lovelies deserve a chance to feel the joy of motherhood." She begins running her fingers over the taut, blonde furred tummy of the former mercenary leader and the quite curvy gray furred thigh of the former senior nun. "We just need to find someone who's worthy."

"Introducing them to all this in time would be a hell of a stretch" says Patrick, shaking his head.

"I've read a lot of books on life magic since my transformation" Sandra replies. "If we can find the right man, someone dexterous, smart, handsome or charming enough then John can get all he needs without that man even knowing. One of John's predecessors used that trick to create a few bastards for a noble he didn't like. When magically tested they proved to be his children, much to his powerful wife's dismay."

"Okay, that works" says Patrick. He looks over at you and adds "Assuming you haven't burned yourself out handling their transformation."

"I've been better, but I can take it easy for the next day or two. As for who to choose, I think we should leave it to Sandra. Both of us have had or are going to have many chances to produce children. Sandra has been my right hand from the day..."

"From the day you fixed my womb and filled me to the brim" she purrs.

"Exactly. So, my darling, pick what you want most for their children and we can try to choose the best man for the job."

"Mmmm, fantastic!" she says. Then she pauses for a long time. Finally she says "I would say from what I read Laurna, the mercenary leader, is tough as nails and a quick thinker. Gwenyth the nun had a less physical life and is smarter and more political. So if I want just one man who could give their babes something they don't have in spades, I think I want someone who is dexterous. How about a cat burglar or a bard?"

"Right" says Patrick. "Tough and agile is good, smart and agile is also good. I know it doesn't always work out that way, but why not give them the best chance for the best traits. Can't say I know any of either in this city, but they have to be out there."

"I think I've got a candidate" you say. "Not a bard, exactly, but there's a rather famous male dancer who's been entertaining the nobility at the theater. He's nimble, handsome and a smooth talker. Enough noblewomen are talking about him that he's at risk of being stabbed by a jealous husband."

"Yes, yes!" says Sandra. "That's the kind of sly, virgin defiling manliness that we need in the catfolk bloodlines. Just picture him seducing the bookish older nun and charming the pants off the rough and tumble mercenary."

...many hours later, after a night time visit to a certain dancer's room...

"I thought that would be harder" says Patrick.

"He was probably pretty hard. I just couldn't say for sure with the jeweler's daughter on top blocking the view." says Sandra, giggling.

"You know what I mean! We just went outside the window and bam! we've got all we need."

You nod and say "It would have taken a lot longer if he hadn't just blown his load inside her. If he had been alone we would have had to wait for him to sleep, then we would have had to 'encourage' him to cum in his sleep. But I don't mind a chance to get to bed early tonight."

Sandra walks into the room, her tail flicking with excitement. "Now, master mage John, if you please, fill these pretty little tummies with some babies." She sits down on the table between the two dozing and memory blocked catgirls. Sandra puts one hand on Laurna's belly and rubs the fur. "This little kitty is a tough girl, but she's always secretly wanted a big brood to call her own. The way that dancer moved unlocked the key to her heart and spread her legs wide open. And can you blame him? Such soft fur, a nice thin tail that whips around behind her, such small, but perky breasts. He's doing her a favor - after she carries a litter these might go up to B cups."

With her other hand she touches Gwenyth's belly and draws little circles in the gray fuzz. "And this little kitty has spent her whole life keeping her tight pussy clear of cock. It was hard, I'm sure. Look at these thin arms, her delicate neck, this teeny, tiny waist and these big boobs. Almost C cups, I'd say, but on her they look so big. All the boys wanted a piece of her, she's so short and cute. She kept them all away. But that dancer... he was just heavenly."

Patrick shakes his head. "Damn but I want to find a girl of my own who's as sexy and kinky as you. Someone to teach Emilie all sorts of new tricks."

Meanwhile you've been concentrating and carefully sending streams of semen into the women's pussies, up their birth canals and past their wombs. Once the remaining, living seed is secure within their fallopian tubes you check for their eggs. Laurna's ovaries are uncooperative, but after some magical encouragement they finally cough up an egg for you to work with. While you work on readying the lining of her womb the egg makes the acquaintance of the dancer's sperm. A pair of twin catgirls for the mercenary. But this is Sandra's seeding and you imagine she would wish a bigger belly for this confident woman. Enough little baby girls to melt her heart. So you meddle and give her a third child by splitting one of the pair of twins once more. She and Yvonne can compare their broods some day.

Next you search Gwenyth's belly and find that conveniently the former nun is in season. In fact her body seems eager to produce offspring - both the eggs she released this month are already seeded, one a catgirl and one a catboy. But Gwenyth is an older woman, past thirty, and her child bearing years are numbered. You're sure Sandra would approve as you pull another egg down from her ovaries. It catches a sperm and begins dividing and growing as another catgirl. You check back on the first two eggs and find the catgirl egg has divided, giving the nun a set of quadruplets. Perfect.

With that done you bid Patrick goodnight and then you and Sandra 'wake' the women, give them the usual explanation, and take them upstairs so they can recuperate.