You arrange with your confidants to have it as quickly as possible

Once all your other girls have been taken care of you sneak away with Sandra. The redheaded sexpot waits until you're out of sight before hugging you and pressing her swollen belly against your side. "Did you like your welcome home?" she asks as her tail wraps around you. "So many sexy ladies and all of them **** for your cock."

"Of course. I just wondered if you've been stoking the flames while I've been gone."

"I didn't have to. All of them got pretty **** all on their own." She snuggles closer, somehow, and mumbles "I know I got pretty **** too" into your arm.

You laugh and give Sandra some well deserved tummy rubs. "I'll take care of your needs soon."

"Mmmm, that feels so good. Did you miss my big belly?"

"I certainly did. Are our children giving you too much trouble?"

"Sometimes they move around in here" she holds your hand against her stomach. "They probably want to meet us but I don't want to let go yet."

"Still determined to be the last one pregnant?"

"More than ever."

"Good, because I decided something too. When I marry Lessia I want all seven of you acting as bridesmaids."

"I doubt Lessia would want it any other way."

"Yes. But the other part I decided is that at that wedding I want half my future wives to be with child."

"Oh," she says, a tremor running through her tail, "you want to keep me pregnant even longer?"

"Yes." At this point you're sure Sandra had a pregnancy fetish long before you met her. And you've got every reason to make her happy. "It won't be easy. If you, Helena and Yvonne are still pregnant on the wedding day then I can't have all of you give birth that night."

"No, of course not. But what would be the most fun?" she asks, her finger resting on her smiling lips. "How about if Helena goes into labor the night of the wedding?"

"Not Yvonne?"

"No, make our big sexy mommy jealous that Helena gets to meet her babe first. And leave Helena wishing she could have seen her belly grow even bigger."

"Sure, why not? Maybe Yvonne pops a few days later and then you a day after that."

"Yes. Yes. I love it," she says, giving you a long, sensual kiss. "Now you just have to make sure another one of us has some babies in her belly."

"Already taken care of - Alice is up the spout."

"Mmmm, beautiful. Can't wait for cousin Alice to fill in. How many kittens did you saddle her with?"

"I was going to give her three, the one she produced naturally plus two more to make up for the ones that didn't take. Alice's ovaries didn't like that plan, so they pumped out a second egg. Cousin Alice has four kittens on the way."

"Lovely," says Sandra. She just rubs against you and purrs for a while, utterly content.

A little later you find your way to the sealed areas of the mansion. Patrick is so busy with some document that he doesn't notice your approach until you're almost on top of him. "Ah - Lord John, I'm almost finished with a set of bawdy reports about northern catgirls from travelers that we can slip into some journal."

You check over his work. It's quite good.

"I helped him at the start," says Sandra, "but he's got the hang of it. With a well chosen journal we can add this part and convince people there used to be folk tales and they were scrubbed by the church."

"Good. When we find someone looking for evidence we can make sure a journal falls into their hands."

Patrick taps his quill and says "I was thinking that we could make it look like two pages were stuck together and then some pages after have been cut out. So it looks like the church got to it but screwed up."

You nod. "We will have to make sure there are other documents that escaped by other means, but for this I think it's a good idea. Now... I need you working on something very different from fake documents."

Patrick sits up and caps the ink, waiting patiently.

"Very soon I'm getting married. To all of my catgirls and princess Lessia as well."

Patrick whistles, impressed. "A whole bevy of sexy catgirls and you still wanted to snag a princess? Heh."

"It all fell into my lap. I was more than content with my girls," you scratch Sandra's ear and she purrs happily, "but I'm not going to turn down Lessia and Bethany. Due to the king's health the wedding will be quite soon."

"What's happened with the king? Sandra told me a bit..."

...some time later you finish explaining all that's happened with the royal family.

"What a nest of vipers," says Patrick, shaking his head. "Glad I was born in the lower classes, way less competition and spite."

"Obviously I'll be occupied for the next while. I've got to arrange a partially secret wedding, sneak Cerralla into the mansion without anyone finding out, get on her and Davris' good sides and aid their plans, convince Leshak to marry me to all of my other wives... it's going to be a busy few weeks."

"That soon?" asks Sandra.

"A few weeks if we're lucky. I want to be sure the king is strong enough to attend with help from my magic so the few nobles he invites as witnesses know this marriage is above board and that there's no hope of annulling it to marry off one of their own sons to Lessia. I may have to move up the schedule."

"Wow. We're going to need dozens of seamstresses! Eight wedding dresses in a few weeks?"

"Yes, and that's only part of what we're up to. There's an old pair of magical artifacts one of my predecessors created. They might be just the thing for helping Cerralla and Davris, but I'll need time to work on them and make sure it's safe and that what I have in mind works properly. But atop all of that is an opportunity: I'll be in the middle of a wedding with members of the royal family present. There is no way that I could be responsible for something happening a city away."

"I get the feeling I'm being volunteered for something," says Patrick, though he looks quite eager.

"I think you'll enjoy my plan. Remember what I said about Count Velcorrin?"

"I heard that it's very bad luck to strike a catgirl," says Patrick.

"Yes. I knew you wouldn't let that sit," says Sandra. She's smiling in a way that would worry any of your enemies. "Whip a catgirl just because she's in your way? I don't think so."

"More importantly, he's a bully. I repaired Serranne's ear easily enough, but Velcorrin will seek vengeance against me for having humiliated him. I expect to hear, soon enough, some offers from lesser nobles and crooked merchants. They'll offer to find a home for a few of my catgirls. They will deliver them to Velcorrin for his favor. As to my plan, to those in the know Velcorrin is famous for schemes that lay the blame at his enemy's feet."

"Oh, you're going for a double bluff?" asks Patrick. He's looking quite excited by all this scheming.

"Quite. I'm looking to expand the number of martial women being transformed into catgirls. I would have more already but the supply is smaller than my demand. My plan is that we will hire a number of female mercenaries. There's a band of them, about twenty strong, well known for solving problems. They're famously tight lipped about what they've done, making them just the types I might hire for something."

"And if Velcorrin was trying to frame you for something he would hire them. Then their disappearance..."

"Indeed. They vanish, setting off all the alarms and conditions a professional set of mercenaries puts in their contract. Best of all Velcorrin is well known to dislike them strongly. He doesn't think women are worthy of combat."

"So it's two for two. When people look into it they'll find that you couldn't have done it. Then they'll find some subtle proof that Velcorrin was involved and realize that he had everything to gain and every reason both to frame you and kill or disappear these women."

"Right. And the last piece is even better. I'll arrange for the job to be quite questionable. That means people will be far less interested in getting the mercenaries back."

"Do you think they'll take it?"

"I did say they're professional mercenaries. If there's enough gold or land on offer they'll do anything shy of harming the royal family. I'll be asking them to escort some captured nuns and a few kidnapped noblewomen to the port of Larrender. The ship they're to sail on will be headed for Jalsenn."

Sandra shudders. "The island city famous the world over for trading women as chattel?"

"Yes," you say, giving them both a big smile. "So when it's revealed that the women were **** and put on a ship to Jalsenn along with the women they were escorting..."

"Right - everyone will think the mercenaries got what was coming to them. And they'll have been sold to the highest bidder in some other country. No reason for anyone to think they'll ever be seen again" adds Patrick.

"As for the nuns and noblewomen, I will chose some nuns from an order that's always been a thorn in Velcorrin's side and a mix of noblewomen who've pissed off either him or I in the past."

"Beautiful," says Patrick. "I knew I'd like working with you. That just leaves the question of how I'm going to deal with twenty or so rough and tumble mercenary women plus who knows how many captives."

"You will have some magic on your side for a start. Enough to disguise your appearance and a number of wands and other helpful items. Some I've acquired over the years and at least one will be a copy of an item I sold long ago. That way a mage who investigates will find some of my signature on the site but will think something's a little off."

For the next few hours the three of you plan a wedding and plot the downfall of Count Velcorrin. Patrick will be up most of the night preparing some forged documents you need for the morrow. It's late night when you return to the master bedroom. Your catgirls are sleeping soundly, all worn out by the earlier excitement. Sandra holds your arm and rubs against your shoulder. She's got so many things to do in the morning - eight dresses in a few weeks is indeed a tall order and Sandra wants to be sure that each dress can serve on one day as a bridesmaid's dress and on the next as a wedding dress.