Yes, it's time

"Heee, hee, hee!" Linne mumbles to herself, wiping a line of drool away from the corner of her mouth.

Doe, who's holding Linne's head in her 'lap' stares daggers at you. "She's not going to remember giving birth."

"I'm fiiine," mumbles Linne, sounding so much more like a teenager than she usually does. She's just barely still 19, so technically she's sounding her age, but you're used to her being so quiet, so shy, that acting wired and drunk is not the Linne you know at all.

The truth is that Linne is still some ways from actually giving birth, though she's in labor and at some point today you are going to be holding a newborn cataur in your arms. Everything is going well, except that you didn't expect some of the herbs you mixed up for Linne to have so much of an effect on her. It seems like they're related to catnip or something like it. Doe is at her most prickly because she's worried and she keeps lashing out because there's nothing for her to do.

"You're so nice," Linne tells her, distracting your other wife from glaring at you. Linne pats the underside of Doe's tail, just below the spot where her head is currently resting. "And you're soft too."

"Uh, that's a bit sensitive," Doe replies. Over many months you've learned a lot of Doe's favorite spots. The underside of her tail is more sensitive overall, but the upper part, close to her waist, is like her inner thighs. And Linne is currently pawing at that zone with her fingers.

"Heeeh, yeah. Soft and cool. Like the best kind of pillow."

Doe's mood shifts away from blame and more toward worry. She holds Linne's head and touches her forehead. "How long will this take to wear off?"

"I donnn wannit to wear off," Linne says, "I like how you're being so nice to me." She grins, like she's going to share a big secret. "You're soft and cool inside too."

"Huh?"

"Yeeeeaaaaahhh. My big protector. You're a softie." Doe looks totally dumbstruck. Then Linne whispers, "But you're the coolest girl I know too, so it's fiiiine."

"Come on and snap out of it," Doe tells her, "you're starting to say embarrassing things."

Linne starts giggling like crazy. Then she turns her head in a way that would break the back of a normal human being and plants her face against Doe's 'lap'. Your lamia wife bent her tail backwards so she could sit on the edge of the bed much like a human would. It's a neat trick and Doe's tail is flexible enough that she tells you it's not even uncomfortable to sit like that. But with the way Linne has now twisted that means Linne's face is now pressed against the slit in Doe's upper tail where her lamia pussy is hidden.

"No, no! You're giving birth." Doe cries.

It's muffled, but you hear, "Soooo nice to me," from Linne.

Doe gives you a pleading look, begging for you to do something. But Doe has been blaming you and lashing out over the herbs... and you know it's going to be at least an hour before Linne dilates enough that birth is imminent. So you 'help' by getting up and locking the bedroom door so Sarannis and Vellemia can't walk in on this. You set them to boiling a bunch of clean linens, so they're busy for the moment.

Your lamia looks at you like you've gone mad. "Let her get this out of her system," you tell her.

"This is wrong," she replies. But she also winces as Linne runs her fingers up and down her sensitive underbelly. You imagine a certain rough tongue is also making itself known to Doe's inner folds.

You sit beside Doe, holding her shoulders so she doesn't fall over. Linne's had enough practice at this point that she can make Doe's eyes roll back in her head. Linne's too shy to start things, but on occasion you've got her motor running well enough for her to show Doe that her love is in no way limited to her husband - her love extends to her wife too.

When she realizes there's no way out Doe finally relaxes back into your arms and says, "Your fault." It has no bite to it, so you give her a long, sensual kiss. Down below Linne devotes herself to Doe's happiness, scouring away any bad feelings with a cascade of orgasms.

Almost two hours later...

Linne's body is finally ready to bring a new life into this world. You see no reason to rush, since both your wives are now nice and calm. After nearly passing out, Doe is looking loose and relaxed. All her motions are slow and caring as she gently smooths Linne's hair and rubs her shoulders.

Linne is a bit more herself, though the **** are still having an exaggerated effect on her. She isn't blushing over what she did to Doe yet, she also isn't feeling much pain. You keep asking from time to time, but she describes the contractions as being like someone is squeezing her. Considering how most women describe them, especially this close to birth, you'd say the dose can be cut back for any more cataurs who are going into labor.

Finally Linne lets out an, "Ooooofff!" and there's a head. Then some shoulders. Then a torso down to the waist. There's a bit of a wait, then come the legs, another torso and more legs. Definitely more complicated than a normal birth, but not dangerous. Once you've double checked that your wife is unharmed and your newborn daughter is alright you carry her little wriggling form and place her in her mother's arms.

Linne goes still, just staring into the twinkling eyes of the little one you've made together. She hugs the baby close and then giggles loudly as the hungry kitten immediately finds Linne's breasts. "Yeah, yeah," the new mother says, "you're already hungry. Eat up, darling."

Meanwhile, Doe curls her tail around Linne, supporting her and creating a sort of hollow for the little one to rest in. Linne notices and says, "Awww, see? So nice. Thank you. You're the best wife. Love you." Then she just starts crying. Only after Doe holds Linne for a while does your cataur manage to get her feelings back under control. Then she says, "I love you so much, both of you."

Almost at once you both reply, "I love you too."

Off on the sidelines Sarannis and Vellemia, who've been at the ready waiting to fetch anything you might need, hug each other.

Linne looks up at Doe and says, "Doe is a really good name..."

Doe puts her finger on Linne's lips to silence her. "Don't you saddle this poor girl with my name. We don't want her acting like me." She looks away and adds, "I'm a fuck up."

Linne tries to complain, but Doe tells her, "Wait till you've had some sleep. And then... I guess I can't stop you, but please give her the chance to grow up normal. Give her a cute name that's right for a cute little cataur girl. Don't make her look up to a woman like me. My family did that a lot... but it's only good if the person is someone you should take after."