You ready Lady Emira's future wives

After some wrangling you get the three captives together and line them up side by side in the lab.

"Ugh," says Patrick as he deposits the northern woman, "remind me to only bring home 90 pound weaklings in future."

"Yeah right," Sandra shoots back. "How are you ever going to get your own tall and athletic defender?"

"I'm planning to defend my harem myself."

"Sure, sure. But you don't want to watch a big, dangerous woman like this cuddle up to you and whisper how the baby belly is making her horny?"

"Never mind me! We're helping Lady Emira right now - I told you, I'm waiting till Emilie is starting to get tight around the waist, then I'll find some more catgirls for myself."

Lady Emira gently lays down the smallest of the three and wipes her brow. "I hope they prove as peaceful once you change them."

"We'll see," you say, releasing the spell that has been keeping them comatose. Not the spell that keeps their muscles weak, of course. Not with two big mercenaries.

When they start to come to you use the truth spell. While they complain and struggle and call you all kinds of names you get what you wanted out of them. Specifically the northern woman is 23 and has a pair of younger sisters as well as a cousin, all almost as big as she is. You make a note of the details since it's hard to find such tall women and they always make interesting catgirls. The slightly smaller mercenary is 22 and is an orphan, so no dice there. The nun is 18, younger than you expected, and although she has family she's from a distant colony of the empire, so it's hardly worth the effort to go searching for them.

Lady Emira decides to ask whether they like sleeping with men or women, which produces interesting replies. The big one claims she's not really a fan of either, the smaller mercenary says she prefers men and the nun, blushing furiously, holds in her answer until the spell forces it out as a loud shout. She apparently likes both and is mortally embarrassed about it. Then Lady Emira asks them if they happen to prefer cats, dogs or horses. Rather appropriately all three say they prefer cats.

With the questions over you get ready for the transformations. You take Lady Emira's hand and let her view the spell you're casting, telling her it might help for her to see how you work with magic. It may be far beyond what a non-mage can do, but some basic principals remain across all spellcasting and if she intends to master use of that mirror and learn to borrow magic then this might help.

Once you cast the daze spell you sink the fine cat hairs into the big mercenary's belly button, the same mix as you used on Yvonne, a mix you have had so few opportunities to use. The fur takes to her beautifully and at the same time her body, very tall and muscular for a woman, becomes a little more compact, the muscles rearranging from brute strength to sleek, lithe and wickedly fast. After you're done you see the new catgirl who will be called Skye blink open her bright blue eyes. The fur pattern may have existed since Yvonne, but Lady Emira codified it - Catgirls of the valkyrie breed are supposed to have black tipped blonde fur and they are supposed to be tall, muscular, headstrong and protective women. You're sure Skye will live up on all counts.

Although the majority of the changes have gone as expected there are a few differences from what Lady Emira expected and Sandra happily calls them out as she takes notes on this transformation. "Wow, she's still really tall." She gets out a measuring cord and sure enough Skye is still a full 6'2" tall - tied for the tallest catgirl with Kyelle. Sandra also cups one of Skye's breasts and nods to herself. "Yeah, I'd say she's a small C cup now, so she didn't shrink as much as we thought. I bet she's gonna get back up to medium C cups after carrying all those babies you're planning on."

Lady Emira smirks. "Well I was hoping that she would not -ahem- outclass me quite so much in that department. But as you say, if that chest can be put to use feeding the many kittens at my keep then it is rather acceptable."

Sandra's tail flicks as she starts a sales pitch. "Aw, you'll change your tune the first time she pulls you in for a good hug and a cuddle. They're really firm, better than any pillow you can get. Hey, John? Any chance you can make sure miss Skye is one of those catgirls who makes a lot more milk?"

"If the lady wishes," you say.

"Hmmm. Yes, why not? I am certain there will be enough mouths to feed," she says. So you tap into Skye's body and ensure that when the time comes she will start lactating earlier, keep lactating longer and produce more milk when she does. You also toughen up her nipples while also making them nice and sensitive to the touch.

Once you're done Patrick offers you a little test tube with a few fine white hairs. "For our next contestant," he says, smiling. You repeat the process with the smaller mercenary woman. Though in fairness, she's only 'smaller' when compared to Skye. She's still a solid 5'10" tall herself and she's quite muscular. The hairs sink in and blossom into long, fine white fur. Similar to Helena's fur, though for the snowshoe catfolk you're using equally fine hairs that grow even longer. A few other catgirls have this particular style of fur and it's both particularly warm and striking. Snowshoes are supposed to be big and athletic women too, and protective. You wonder if perhaps Lady Emira has a particular type of woman she likes, or perhaps a certain fondly remembered childhood friend that accounts for this.

This time Sandra measures and checks everything and says, "Yeah, just about everything is right on the money. I wish her eyes had gone violet, but they are a really pretty blue. The only thing that didn't change is that she also didn't get any shorter. She's still 5'10". You sure do have a lot of tall catgirls going with you. We're going to have to replenish our stocks."

Lady Emira replies, "For whatever reason there are more tall people in the north. I believe they will fit in quite easily. It is Laura, Nancy and Nyerra who will draw attention, being noticeably shorter than most other women."

"Speaking of Nyerra," says Patrick, "if the lovely Aleksandra is to your liking that leaves just one naughty nun to change."

"I really hope this mix works out," says Sandra. "We've never really got the foxfall breed's fur to work properly yet. John has had to tweak them every time."

"Have confidence," says Lady Emira. "Your latest selection of source hairs is very promising. The nun is also a redhead, so all the conditions have been met."

You place the mix of golden blonde and black fur, selected from a tabby, and cross your fingers. Every other time something has gone wrong, usually resulting in either red fur, chestnut brown fur or sometimes black fur, but never the foxfall pattern Lady Emira suggested once and Sandra so desperately wants to make a reality. This time the hairs sink in and the fur ripples in across the nun's body. At first you think that once again you've only achieved red fur, but this time the ripples continue and you see the pattern take hold all on its own. The golden blonde cat hairs are overruled by the nun's red hair, but the black hairs take root along the tips of her ears, the tip of her tail and at the ends of her fingers and toes. There's also just a little hint near her eyebrows, giving an impression almost like the catgirl is wearing some dark eyeliner.

"Wow!" say both Lady Emira and Sandra at the same time. For once the lady forgets her noble bearing and rushes forward eagerly, checking over the new catgirl excitedly. Sandra takes down her notes, measuring and checking.

Sandra asks you, "Hey, this time you didn't have to do anything special, right? It really worked?"

"That it did - one 'natural' foxfall catgirl, as requested."

"That's so amazing. Now lets see... how does our new miss Nyerra compare to Lady Emira's desires?"

"Oh, she compares very well," Lady Emira replies, "She is almost exactly as I imagined."

Sandra muses over her notes as she writes in the changes. "Hmmm, amber eyes, check. Only gained one inch, so she's only 4'11". She'll really stand out in the north. Her chest dropped to large A cups. Still look pretty big on her little body. Wow, her waist is about the same as Alice's but it happened naturally. She's probably a size zero? Maybe a size minus one? Tiny. But her hips - huh, I'd say those have a pretty nice curve to them, better than either of us expected. Damn but Sir Galren is a lucky guy."

"He had best not forget that fact," replies Lady Emira. She looks at you and says, "I believe there is just one more detail."

"Of course. I've been slowly bringing their wombs and ovaries around ever since Patrick and Sandra mentioned the idea. If you had chosen not to seed them then it would not have mattered, but the longer lead time means I'm confident everything will work out."

"Perfect." She hops up on the table and crouches over Skye. "I want to make you a mother, my dear," she whispers to the huge catgirl. You once again take her hand so she can observe, then draw down some eggs from Lady Emira's ovaries. Inside the insensate Skye you do the same, eventually yielding a mixture of four catgirl eggs and three human eggs. You combine the pairs, discarding the most unhealthy looking of the catgirl eggs. Once the three new embryos have had a chance to divide and you've confirmed all is well you embed them in Skye's womb. After a bit none have split on their own, so you encourage two of them to divide into twins. Then you cast a minor spell to make sure they don't divide any further. Even for such a big girl quintuplets are definitely enough for her first time.

Lady Emira moves over to the next recipient. Aleksandra mumbles something to herself as Lady Emira crouches over her. She brushes a few fine fur strands away from Aleksandra's face and says, "I promise I will welcome you to my home and give our children the greatest upbringing I can." Then she settles her hips atop Aleksandra and reaches out for your hand. This time you only get one egg from Lady Emira, so you choose the best of the three eggs Aleksandra dropped and combine them together. The healthy embryo divides once all on its own, then you split it again to give Aleksandra a set of identical triplets.

Finally the lady crouches over the last catgirl. Nyerra is so small beneath Lady Emira, almost obscured by her. But the former nun smiles broadly as the lady takes her position. She takes your hand and this time asks, "Would it be possible to make at least one of these children a catboy? I believe there is just one catboy among all the kittens that will accompany me."

"Certainly. It's a bit more complicated, but not that difficult. You may feel a pinching sensation this time. I am asking your ovaries to greatly overproduce this month." You take her hand and work your magic to draw out two more eggs from the Lady and two from Nyerra. Perfect. You combine them together, this time also replacing one piece of Nyerra's egg with a tiny piece of your own sperm - that little quirk of nature that makes a baby develop as a man.

You concentrate on this egg very closely, threading the needle so that the usual chance of a catboy egg self-destructing is negated. With that coaxing you get to witness the egg divide and you let out a little sigh. It's been a lot of magic use and a lot of concentration over the last hour or so. Before you de-focus you arrange for the little catboy egg to split, since twin catboys will be a welcome gift and Lady Emira wanted to plant three little ones inside Nyerra's belly.

Sandra, off to one side, says, "You know, 11 babies is all well and good, but if there happen to be a few extra divisions... well 13 is a lucky number for Bast."

Once again you feel that strange magical twinge in the back of your mind. Again you try to track it. Again you can't really get a bead on it. But you do see something happen right in front of you. You're just focusing on implanting the identical twin catboy embyros inside Nyerra's belly and you feel the magic sweep past. The catgirl embryo, which you had simply left to its own devices, decides to split all on its own. Then one of the halves splits again, leaving a total of five growing babies inside Nyerra's tiny belly.

"Wow," you say, not sure what else to say. "Ummm, Lady Emira, you know how you planned for five, three and three? You're going to have to deal with five, three and five."

"Really? Quintuplets inside this little one?" she asks. "The number 13 may be sacred to Bast, but you did not need to saddle the smallest catgirl I chose with quintuplets."

"You saw what I did, it wasn't me. The catgirl egg divided twice on its own."

"Frankly, I had difficulty following much of what you were doing. Everything was lighting fast. Though now that you mention it... yes, you were securing the two catboy eggs, were you not?"

"I was."

She pats Nyerra's tummy and says, "If that is what mother nature or lady luck have decided then so be it. Is there any chance you could somehow ease the trial my little mother to be will go through?"

"I can make her more fit to carry babies and give birth in general. I can also alter things so that the babies take longer to develop. Normally a catgirl gives birth to quadruplets after about 35 weeks or so. But I could stretch that out, make them take the full 39 or 40 weeks to grow."

"Those both sound like good ideas," says Lady Emira. "Would you mind also making her tail and her ears rather sensitive? After carrying my babies for nine months she will spend quite a time recovering. I would like to ensure that I and my companions will be able to... properly thank her for being so productive."

"Of course," you reply, getting started on the changes. "But I warn you, with all this our former nun is going to be a tiger in the sack."

Sandra smiles and leans back, puffing her chest out. "With how twisted up she was about liking men and women I think Nyerra was going to be a naughty girl no matter what. That's why I picked her as a foxfall - they are supposed to be naughty little minxes. Maybe even worse than normal redheads."