Doe is keen to get Linne started

"I still can't believe you actually did it," Doe sighs. Then she bears down again as another contraction hits.

"Someone was all but begging for twins," you reply, dodging so her tail doesn't smack you.

"Maybe I was just -uuugh- fuck, getting you excited. You're the one who likes babies."

You press your hand to the side of her very pregnant belly and rub her flesh soothingly. That gets a grumble, but Doe also presses her head against your shoulder, so she can't be that pissed off. "No one is going to believe this was natural," she says, gesturing at her double stuffed stomach.

"I don't really give a crap what they think," you say, "'They' also have no idea how many babies are normal for a lamia." Doe pushes hard again. "No need to **** it," you remind her.

"Oh fuck off!"

"Don't fight," Linne calls from the side. She's armed with towels and blankets and hot water, all ready for when the babies arrive. Doe pushes just a few more times before your fourth daughter makes her appearance and is immediately snatched up by Linne and swaddled in cloth to the point you can barely even see her face.

"Aw, she's such a cutie!" Linne says in an incredibly high pitched voice. Though her upper torso remains almost still, her four paws are all dancing on the floor and her tail is going wild. She brings the newborn to Doe, who's taking this moment of peace to hold her smaller belly and feel the one child still inside.

"Yeah, she's cute for a big wriggling worm," Doe says with a laugh.

"Don't say that," Linne tells her, holding the baby close almost as if to cover her little ears. But the child must have her mother's sense of humor because she lets out a cry and then a happy giggle at seeing her mom.

"Come here, you," Doe says, "I know what you want. You'll be like all your sisters, just a fiend for mother's milk." Then she looks up at Linne and adds, "Oh, I decided that this is Raelinne."

"Gah!"

Doe starts laughing but gets cut short when the next contraction hits. It doesn't take long before there's another tiny lamia wriggling in Linne's arms, wrapped up in a second set of blankets. As soon as Linne brings her close Doe grins and says, "Hello, little Angelinne."

"I'm not worthy, I'm really not..." Linne whispers, almost pleading. But her tail isn't drooping the way it does when she's sad. It's slapping back and forth in excitement and joy.

Time passes quickly with so many little lamias to take care of. Linneth is starting to really enjoy solid foods, which is a bit of a relief for both Doe and Linne. Shortly after Raelinne and Angelinne arrive your firstborn also manages to say, "Maaa!" and then, "Maam!" and finally, "Mama!" Even Doe can't manage to appear jaded or contrary when faced with that.

For at least a good five minutes you get to see your 'wife of cultivation' go into complete mother mode, to an embarrassing degree. You know it's embarrassing because afterward she wraps you up tightly in her coils and points her finger at your nose, warning you of the unspeakable horrors she will inflict on you if you ever bring this up at a party or anything similar.

"I love you, darling. Thank you for bringing such wonderful children into the world," was sort of the right answer. It did make her let you go, it made her cry tears of joy, but then she wrapped you up again and made a whole new set of even more vicious threats about what would happen to your balls if you told anyone she was crying about something sappy like that.

It's only a few weeks after the birth, you're all finishing up dinner, when Doe, blunt as ever, asks, "So, when are you giving Linne a bun in the oven?"

Linne almost chokes on the bite she was eating.

"What? Don't act surprised," Doe says, "You know how baby obsessed our man is. He gave me five kids in three pregnancies. He's probably itching to see how round he can make a cataur."

Linne was just getting her coughing fit under control with a drink of water. When Doe says 'round' in a very sultry tone Linne starts to **** even on water.

"I can't wait either, honestly," Doe says, rubbing her tail over Linne's back to comfort her. "Itty bitty cataurs are pretty cute - Ariane and duke Kaldrass already proved that. Plus, I want to see what my wife does when it's her belly that's getting poked and kicked from the inside."

"Technically," you say, "your belly has never once been kicked from within."

Doe stops, her mouth half open. "Huh... that's true. Wow. Those little girls sure can push with their tails then." Then she shakes her head. "Anyway, why not seed your 'wife of heritage' tonight, huh? I bet you already fixed her womb, you naughty devil."

"I did actually," you confirm, smiling. "She's ready right now." Yes, Doe knows you quite well, but funnily enough she's missed something big. Something about Linne.

"Well great. About damn time," Doe leans back in her chair and smiles up at the ceiling. "Bout time I get to be the one who's taking care of Linne."

"Um... er..." your deliciously cute cataur starts saying. "I was, that is, maybe I should wait one more month?"

"Hmmm? Why?" Doe asks, genuinely confused.

"Ummm.... isn't it too soon for you to conceive?"

"Me? We're talking about you. I've already popped out five, I'm good."

"Oh..." Linne says. That one word is so heavy, so sad.

Doe's head tilts down from staring at the ceiling, looking straight at her wife. "Whadda ya mean, 'Oh'?"

"It's nothing."

"Don't make me wrap you up and tickle it out of you, what's 'oh' mean?"

Linne tries to bury her face in her hands, but Doe's eyes are locked on her. After a long stare she finally says, "I was really hoping to be pregnant with you."

Doe's whole face goes slack. As you guessed, she had no idea.

"But, yes, you've already... I guess this is my chance to catch up. Don't worry..."

Doe moves at high speed, closing the distance and wrapping Linne up in her tail. She takes Linne's chin in her hand and pulls her in for a long kiss. When she pulls away she says, "As I was saying, I think our dastardly husband has something in mind for me." She looks over at you, with a slight grin. "Yeah, just look at him. Does that look like the kind of man who gives his wife a rest after just five babies?"

Before Linne can respond Doe uses the tip of her tail to deliberately and firmly rub Linne's flank, right about where her womb would be. "Yeah, our husband has probably been staring at this spot right here for years, just waiting for the day he can make it fill out." She takes Linne's hand and presses it to her belly, still recovering from Raelinne and Angelinne. In a stage whisper she adds, "He's probably obsessed with twins too. I wouldn't want him to cram two cataurs in there for your first time... so I guess we'd best wait a month." She gives Linne another kiss with lots of tongue and says, "Let me act as a lightning rod for our perverted mage, okay? I'm getting pregnant along with you - and don't try to stop me, I'm not taking no for an answer."