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The following story is a work of fiction, though some events contained
within it may (or may not) be based upon real-life events.  It
contains scenes of an adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading
now.  This story contains explicit sexual language and
fantasies.  If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further.
This is purely a fantasy.  The author is not responsible for
any damage resulting from reading this work.

If you're looking for a jerk-off story, look somewhere else.  This isn't
one.

Almost all characters in this story are purely fictional.  The part of
Xanthos Pendragon is based upon what I believe I would do with
this particular program.   ALL characters are 21 or older.

For those who are not familiar with the "MasterPC" story line, this story
deals heavily with concepts that some people (particularly
the religious wrong) may find offensive.  In particular, this story deals
with mind control, body shaping and manipulation (including
breast growth), interracial sex, both heterosexual and lesbian sex, anal
sex, and possible references to mother-daughter sex.  While
some of these concepts may be turnoffs to many readers (especially the
interracial and incest parts) be aware that these are not
actually part of the theme of the story, but are more along the lines of
side-notes.

There are also a few minor references to something that could be considered
to be non-sexual torture.  Again, this is not part of the
theme of the story, but rather something you may wish to be aware of ahead
of time.

In some ways, this could possibly be considered a "Romantic Mind Control
Story with Ethics" -- if that's possible.

This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions are
met:

     1) The story is not altered in any way
     2) The story contains my name and disclaimer
     3) You do not make money from the story -- this includes banner-sites,
pay-sites, and other paid mediums.

 From the dictionary:

e-clec-tic
      adj.
     1. Selecting or employing individual elements from a variety of
sources, systems, or styles: an eclectic taste in music; an
     eclectic approach to managing the economy.
     2. Made up of or combining elements from a variety of sources: "a
popular bar patronized by an eclectic collection of artists,
     writers, secretaries and aging soldiers on reserve duty" (Curtis
Wilkie).

      n.
     One that follows an eclectic method.

Timeline: "The Wedding" occurs four months after "A Birthday".

The Cast:
      Xanthos Pendragon             Caucasian, 6'1", 175 Lbs., Dark Brown
Hair, Blue Eyes, 35 Years Old
      Melissa (Lis)                       Hispanic, 5'8", Black Hair, Brown
Eyes, 25 Years Old
      Anna                                  Asian, 5'10", Black Hair, Brown
Eyes, 25 Years Old
      Katrina (Kat)                      Finish, 5'6", Black Hair, Emerald
Green Eyes, 23 Years Old
      Laura                                 Caucasian, 5'11", Red Hair, 31
Years Old, (Formerly Sonya Lovewell)
      Angie (or Angela)                  Caucasian, 5'6", Red Hair, 23 Years
Old, Laura's Daughter
      Tiffany (Tif)                             Caucasian, 5'8", Light
Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, 29 Years Old
      Amy                                    Caucasian, 5'5", Brown (almost
Black) Hair, Amber Eyes, 29 Years Old
      Mei                                          Asian, 5'3", Black Hair,
Brown Eyes, 31 Years Old

Note: Everyone's aging was slowed down by 80% 2 years ago, so everyone still
looks 2 years younger than their present age.




      Master PC: The Eclectic's Edition -- The Wedding

                                by Xanthos Pendragon



   Xanthos -- A Saturday Morning in January


I guess it's time to take care of another detail.

I picked up the phone and called my best friend -- from before I found
Master Control -- who was currently living near Dallas,
Texas.

Ken is 6' tall, slim (the last time I saw him), 27 years old, with grey
hair.  He says that the grey hair (that he's had since High
School) was genetic...  I prefer to believe that it has something to do with
his getting hit by lightning twice when he was still in
school.  I had met him back when he was the boyfriend of a former roommate.
(Who he is now married to.)

We've done quite a few things together (camping, paintball, card games, and
so on) and became very good friends.  Of course,
the fact that I hadn't had that many friends to begin with made his
friendship that much closer.  He had mentioned something
one time about there being two families: the one you're born with, and the
one you choose.  Ken and Kristi were my chosen
family.  As far as I was concerned, they were my brother and sister.)

When he moved from El Paso to Dallas (about 600 miles from El Paso) to
complete college, our get-togethers became much
more infrequent.

<Hello> Terry answered.  (Ken's sister.  We'd only met a few times.)

"Hey, Terry.  Is Ken there?"

<No, he and Kristi moved out last year.  Let me find his number for you. >

A minute later, I had it and called his new house.

<Hello.>

"Hey, bro.  How goes it?"

<Xanthos!  Long time no hear!>

"Yeah.  It has been a while, hasn't it?"

<Yeah.  How have you been doing?>

I chuckled and said, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

<Try me.>

"Okay.  I'm getting married next month, and I'd like you to be my best man."

Ken coughed and I heard something break at his end.

<Congratulations!>

"You okay?"

<Yeah.  I just dropped my drink.  Wait till Kristi hears about it!>

"Should be interesting.  I want her there too."

<We wouldn't miss it.  So, when's the wedding?>

"Third Saturday, next month; here in North Carolina."

<Nor... Damn!  I didn't even know you'd moved!>

"Sorry.  I thought I sent you a message about that.  I moved here about two
and a half years ago."

<I may have just missed it.  So, what's she like?>

I chuckled again, knowing that he would NEVER believe it if I told him over
the phone.  "Let's just say that I have to be the
luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the face of the Earth right now!"

<That good, huh?>

"Like I said, you'd never believe me.  So, are you up for it?"

<Of course.  When do you need us there?>

"How about the weekend before?  That'll give us enough time to finish up the
details."

<I'll see if we can get that much time off and let you know.>

"Great.  Don't worry about money either.  I'll cover yours and Kristi's
expenses."

<You don't have to do that...> he started.

"Trust me, it's not a problem.  Besides, I'm in a much better position to be
able to do that."

<So, what are you doing now?>

"I've got a small consumer electronics company that makes remote controls
and does contract work for other companies."

<You've got?  I thought you used to sell computers and software?  How did
you jump into that?>

"That company went belly-up.  After that, I got lucky and was able to help
Bishop (The Sheriff's Deputy from Chapter 1) and
the PD collect a few people.  Let's just say that I got a nice commission in
return.  With that, I moved over here and had a nice
little house built." <Grin!!!>  "I also met someone with a serious
electronics and management background, and we started
Xanthos Industries.  Now I'm just retired."

<Damn!  Sounds like an interesting three years!>

"You could say that."

We finished off the conversation with phone numbers and addresses, and I
told him I'd send the tickets as soon as he
confirmed when he could make it.

I can't wait to see the expression on his face when he meets all the
kittens!  <Grin!>


   A Dream -- A Memory


An evening wedding...  The bride is short... someone whom I hadn't seen in
over a decade and a half... a cousin.  The groom...
someone I've never met before.  Is he good enough for her?  I don't know.
Another of my cousins seems to think so.  I know
the bride has had a hard life.  Her mother and my uncle separated only a few
years after she was born, and she was later
molested by her stepfather.  I really wish her well.

At the wedding, I see several relatives that I haven't seen since I was 14
or 15.  It's good to see them.

The wedding is held in a fairly large church... at least compared to what I'
m used to.  I don't remember the religion; it's not
important.

The bride -- my cousin -- is escorted to the alter by my uncle -- her
biological father.  She is a truly radiant bride; I can feel the
love she has for the groom radiating from her.  I'm so incredibly happy for
her.

I remember my girlfriend back home; the girl I've been with for the past
four months.  Do I feel the same as they obviously do?
No.  It's not even close.  At that moment, I know it's over between the two
of us.  We will meet again when I get back to El
Paso, and the relationship will die a painful death...  And it did.


   Another Dream -- Another Memory


Another wedding...  This one between Ken and Kristi.  The day before, I help
with decorations for the reception.  It's not
much, but I enjoy helping... especially my brother and sister.

That night, we have the bachelor party.  This is a party?  We play pool at
one of the local pool halls for a while -- all fourteen of
us.  Later, we gather back where many of the cars were left; inside the
house is a like number of girls, drinking champagne and
working on dresses.

The next day at the church, a much smaller wedding.  Only 60-80 people;
friends, family, neighbors, people from their high
school days...  I'm not part of the groom's procession, but I don't mind...
much.  They were all close friends of his for far
longer than I was.  They were with him in school... and after.  I've only
known him for three or four years.

The bride and groom had been talking about this day for more than a year.
They were ready for this day... or were they?  The
groom and company make jokes about an escape plan with a mythical helicopter
waiting outside, and other stuff to keep the
crowd at bay while they make their escape.

The bride was also ready... or was she?  She is escorted out by her
stepfather; barely able to hold back the tears of joy she has
that this day has finally come.

The preacher prays a lot... makes jokes... comments that God is going to
have his hands full with these two...  "More than you
know!" I add out loud without really thinking about it.

I feel happiness for these two... my second family... my chosen family.  I
also feel... profound loneliness.  My friend is only in
town for this wedding.  Kristi is obviously moving in with him near Dallas.

My girlfriend -- the only real girlfriend I've ever had; an overweight
Hispanic girl with some rather severe emotional problems
-- left me shortly after the other wedding, two years before.  It was
painful, just like I knew it would be.  She had asked me
what the one thing was that I didn't want to hear from her.  I told her that
it was that she was back with her ex-boyfriend -- the
one who had bruised and abused her.  She looked down.  It was the final
straw of that relationship.  She had already gone
back to him.  What is it with abused women going back to their abusers?  I
still don't know.

When I awoke, I found Kat and Angie snuggled to my sides.  The memories of
the weddings make me appreciate the kittens
that much more.  Yes.  I love them all that much, and in that way.  I'm
doing the right thing by them... and with them.

I hugged them both so very tightly to me, almost letting out tears of joy
from my happiness about the upcoming wedding.  The
loneliness is truly over.


   Friday Evening -- Ken Arrives


At the airport, I waited for Ken to show up.  Kristi wasn't able to get the
time off from her job to be here for ten days, so she
would be arriving the following Friday.

I can't believe it's been three years since I've seen him.  I wonder how he'
s been doing.  <Sigh>  Did he even get over
that diabetes clone?

Looking at my watch, I noticed that it was a few minutes after ten in the
evening.  Ken's plane was running late.


   Ken


I wonder how he's been doing.  From what he described, it must have been
interesting...  It'll be nice seeing him again.

The plane landed a few minutes later.

I got my bag and headed out to look for Xanthos.

At first, I didn't see him anywhere... then this tall, well-built man with a
familiar face walked up with his hand extended and said,
"How's it goin', Bro?"


   Xanthos


The look on Ken's face was priceless!  I guess I changed my appearance more
than I thought when I found that program.


   Ken


"Xanthos?  What the...?" I asked, too shocked to really believe the guy in
front of me was the person I knew.  This guy was
about two inches taller than the Xanthos I remembered, and even though
Xanthos was never really heavy, he was also never as
well-built as the guy in front of me either.

He chuckled lightly and said, "I told you you wouldn't believe me.  Any more
luggage, or is this it?"

"Just this bag."

"Great.  Let's get going.  Have you eaten yet?"

"No.  It was a bit of a rush getting to the airport," I replied.

We headed outside to his car.

"Nice car," I commented when we got to his blue Lexus.  "A bit showy though,
isn't it?"

"Not really.  I could have bought a Lamborghini or Porsche, but I didn't
feel like having to carry an armed guard with me
everywhere I went."

I had to laugh at that.  "Good point."

"Besides, between the 300 horses and the way the car rides, I thought this
would be a better alternative."

"True.  Now, let's find something to eat."

I chuckled and we headed out.


   Xanthos


After we grabbed a light dinner, (at a local burger joint -- his idea) we
headed north.

"How have you and Kristi been doing?" I asked.

"We're doing great.  We moved into our own house last year, and now we have
a baby on the way," he replied.

"That's great!  Congratulations!"

"Thanks."

"When is the baby due?"

"Halloween," he replied.

I chuckled and said, "Be careful or you'll end up having him on my
 birthday."

Ken chuckled a bit at that.

We were getting close to the castle, so I said, "I should warn you; you're
in for a few surprises tonight."

"You mean besides the fact that you've obviously been working out quite a
bit -- which in itself is unusual for you -- and you
seem to have grown another couple of inches?" Ken commented.

I pulled a slight grin and replied, "It's been a very strange three years.
You'll see when we get to the castle... but just
remember that I did warn you."

Ken chuckled and said, "Okay, now what do you mean 'castle'?"

"You know how they say 'your home is your castle'...  Well, in this case, my
home is a castle -- at least on the outside."  I
decided to change the subject a bit.  "How's that diabetes clone doing?"

"Still there.  The doctors never did figure out what the deal was... and the
medicine they had me on to boost my insulin
efficiency ended up doing more harm than good."

"Sorry to hear that.  Maybe something new will come along soon," I replied,
grinning to myself.

A minute later, I used my remote to open the main gate at the castle as I
was pulling up.  "Welcome to Castle Pendragon.
There are surprises around every corner, and I think you'll enjoy your
 stay," I said with a broad grin.


   Ken


At first I thought he was joking about "Castle Pendragon", but as we passed
the main gait, I saw the gate's "guardians"; two
HUGE stone knights on horseback.  The horses had to be a good two to three
feet taller at the shoulder than the world had
ever seen in King Arthur's days.  The knights themselves had to be a good
eight-feet tall.

Shortly past that, I noticed his "Castle".  That's exactly what it was... at
least from the outside.  The castle was bout 30 to 35
feet tall, with a large metal portcullis at the front entry, which Xanthos
confirmed was made of iron and was fully functional.
Looking at the outer walls, which were well lit by the castle's outdoor
lighting, it seemed that the walls were actually made of
stone.  I had visited a few real castles during trips to Ireland and
Germany, so I knew how good of a job had been done
making this one look real.


   Xanthos


I pulled into one of my spots in the southern garage and we got out.  (With
the number of people and cars in this household, it
made sense to have separate garages on the north and south sides of the
house with seven spaces in each.  From the road, you
only see the front of the castle -- and then, only from certain angles.)

"I see what you meant about this being a castle.  It must be impressive
during the day," Ken commented.  "Think you've got
enough cars though?"

I grinned a bit in response and grabbed his bag from the trunk.  "Come on
in, I'll show you around some."

I showed him around a good part of the ground floor, covering almost
everything except the vault and the gym/pool area.

Ken spotted the odd door on the vault and decided to ask about it.

"That's a rather strange looking door...  What is that?  Some sort of
high-security door?"

"Very high security.  Palm-print and pass-code via a hidden keypad," I
explained.  "That room's basically a top-level vault
where I keep servers for my company and the castle... and some other stuff."

"Top-level?  Any room can be broken into -- when someone wants to bad
enough."

"Maybe, but between the castle's outer walls and the custom walls on the
vault, I'd almost bet that it would survive a major
A-10 strike."

"That's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it?" he asked.

"Not at all.  The castle's outer walls are double-depth cinder blocks that
are all concrete backfilled and rebar-reinforced.
There's also the concrete faux-stone cladding.  On top of that, this room is
completely surrounded by a 12" thick,
pre-stressed, rebar-reinforced, concrete wall.  It even has a couple of
layers of carbide shot that make it drill-proof."

Ken's jaw was dragging the ground a bit as he stared wide-eyed at me,
shaking his head.

"Don't worry.  It's not as over-kill as you think.  Like I said, there are
other things in there too; some of which, people would
kill for."

"If you say so," he said, still shaking his head.

"Come on.  It's time to meet the rest of the household," I said, leading him
to the 75'x25' indoor swimming pool on the west
side of the castle.  It's a good thing I told the kittens to all wear their
swimsuits and to behave themselves; I'm not too sure
about how well how Ken would have handled their normal activities. <Grin>


   Ken


We headed down a hallway toward the back of the house.  At the end of the
hall were three doors.  To the right, a large steam
room; directly ahead, a nicely equipped gym; and to the left, a large indoor
pool, hot-tub, and sitting area... and eight gorgeous
women in devastating bikinis or worse, ranging in age from around twenty to
very early thirties.

Whoa!  This is the rest of his household?  I can't wait to hear the
explanation for this!


   Xanthos


The look on Ken's face as he laid eyes on the kittens was that of pure
shock.  I'm sure he wasn't expecting anything like what
he encountered.  No doubt, part of his surprise came from the fact that he'd
met the only other girlfriend I'd had before he and
Kristi got married.  Thank god I found Master Control!

"You okay?" I asked him.

Ken shook himself out of his shock as the kittens giggled and grinned back
at him.  "Yeah.  Sorry."

"You didn't tell us your friend was so handsome," Tif commented.  I knew she
was just teasing us, so it didn't bother me.

"No, but I did mention that he's married," I replied.  "And somehow, I don't
think Kristi would be willing to share," I finished,
grinning.

Ken just looked back and forth between us with a raised brow, trying to
figure out what was going on.

The kittens all gathered in pairs for introductions, each with their arm
around the other -- except for Mei and Laura.

"Ken, this is Tiffany and Amy," pointing to the blonde who had just been
speaking and her brunette partner; "Melissa and
Anna," pointing to the Hispanic and Oriental pair; "Kat and Angie," pointing
to the young brunette and redhead pair; "and
Laura and Mei," finishing with Angie's mom and the Oriental lady from
California.

Ken greeted them all, receiving hugs and greetings from each of them.  It
was rather obvious that Ken was feeling a bit
overwhelmed.  I'm sure it had been several years -- at least -- since he
encountered a group of women this attractive outside of
a topless bar -- or this high of class -- if ever.

It also looked like some of the kittens were getting a bit eager for their
evening activities, so I showed Ken to one of the
guestrooms on the second floor.

As we were walking, he just kept shaking his head to himself.  "A bit
overwhelming, isn't it?" I commented.

Ken looked back at me with a raised brow and replied, "A bit?  You always
did like understatements, didn't you?"

I chuckled and replied, "Just a tad."

"Was one of those ladies your fianc e?"

"No...  All of them are."

That stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Do you remember the big uproar last October and November when the states
and most of the churches approved plural
marriages?" I asked.

"Of course.  Kristi told me not to get any bright ideas," he replied.

I chuckled and said, "Think of this as several interwoven marriages.  The
kittens are all strongly bisexual, and are -- for the
most part -- connected much the way you met them.  I'll be married to all of
them, and they'll be married to me and each other
in small groups."

"How did you ever get involved in something like this?  The Xanthos I
remember was too shy around women to be able to
initiate a relationship with any of them -- never mind all of them -- and
the rest of it..."

"You're right.  I was.  Something happened a few months after the last time
we saw each other.  There were a lot of sudden
changes.  I already mentioned my helping Bishop; that gave me the money to
move out here.  Before I moved, I met Lis --
Melissa -- at a grocery store near my house.  Over the next couple of weeks,
I met and fell in love with all of them except Mei.
She was one of Amy's former lovers and joined us shortly after the castle
was completed."

"That's an incredible tale," Ken said, shaking his head again.

"I told you you'd never believe it.  In many ways, my entire relationship is
impossible to believe -- even for me... but there are
things that have happened in the background that completely defy the norms
of reality.  The changes you see in me are just a
minor example."

"I don't understand."

"No.  No one really could," I said thoughtfully.  I took a deep breath and
slowly let it out.  It was time.  "Follow me," I said,
leading him to the vault.

Once there, I said, "I want to show you something, but you can't ever let
anyone else know about it.  Okay?"

"Sure," he replied.

I put my hand in the door's recessed cavity to pass the palm-print analyzer,
then turned my hand over and entered the
pass-code on the hidden keypad.  The door unlocked with a heavy "clunk" and
I opened it, leading Ken in.  Once in with the
door closed, I went to my "Master" PC (the system with Master Control on it)
and started working through all the layers of
security to get into Master Control.  As I was working, I asked, "Were you
ever a Twilight Zone fan?"

"I've seen some of them," he replied.

"Do you remember the old episode with the old man with a tape recorder that
allowed him to create and alter reality on a
whim?"

Ken thought about it for a minute, then said, "I think so...  He created his
own wife, mistress, and an elephant; then destroyed
them all by throwing the tape into the fireplace?"

"That's the one.  Have you ever wondered what you would do if you had
something like that?"

"No.  Why bother?  It's not like it could ever really happen."

"Oh?  I thought you liked 'Fantasy' stories..." I said, grinning.

"I do, but fantasy and real life aren't the same thing.  You have to keep
them separate."

Now that I was logged in, I pulled Ken up in the machine.

          Subject: Ken Jones

"Sometimes, something comes along that completely blows your perception of
reality," I said, pointing to his image on the
screen.


   Ken


Looking at the flat-screen he was working at, I noticed a picture of me
spinning around.  At first, I thought it was some sort of
computer trick using some cameras scattered around the room, but quickly
decided that wasn't it.

Taking a closer look at the screen, I noticed a good amount of detailed
information that Xanthos couldn't have possibly gotten
about me that was -- surprisingly -- correct.


   Xanthos


"A few weeks before I moved, I found one of those reality destroyers -- or,
in this case, reality alterers," I explained

"You're not making sense."

"I think a small demonstration is in order," I said.

I explained EVERYTHING I was doing as I went.  As I said, I love Ken as a
very close brother.  He deserved nothing less.

          Command: Restore all teeth, bones, and muscles to perfect color,
condition, and health <Send>
          Command: Eliminate any diseases, tumors, or genetic defects <Send>
          Command: Make this person immune to all diseases <Send>
          Command: Correct vision to perfect for all distances, and fix any
color-blindness <Send>
          Command: Completely undo all damage and defects to all internal
organs <Send>  (This fixed the diabetes clone)
            Command: Eliminate all allergies <Send>

Even though I thoroughly trusted Ken, I couldn't take any chances, so I did
a modified version of my 'Understanding' macro.
Ken understood why, and gave me his permission before I proceeded.

          Command: You will have no desire whatsoever to use any of Xanthos'
s computers, and you will never use the
     program called "Master" without Xanthos's specific instruction <Send>
          Command: You cannot tell anyone about Xanthos's or his computers'
abilities to change people, and you have no
     desire to do so. <Send>

When I finished (and he'd removed his contacts), he said, "Damn!  Is there
anything this thing can't do?"

"Not much.  It's limited in range, but, other than that, it's ungodly
powerful.  I'm sure you understand why I keep it in a vault
like this."

Ken rolled his eyes and said, "No doubt.  Anyone that knew about it would
kill to get their hands on it."

"Exactly."

"Where'd you find it?"

"In the absolute worst place possible," I replied.  Ken looked puzzled at
that.  "On the internet, in a public news-group."

Ken had the expected reaction so I explained the stuff I'd gone through to
try to eliminate any copies floating around.  I also
added a password to his "identity" so no one else could make changes to him.

When I finished adding the password, I looked back at Ken again.  He had a
frown on his face as he stared at me, then
glanced in the direction of the kittens, then back again.  He didn't have to
say it; I knew exactly what he was thinking.

I let out a sigh and said, "Yes -- but only in the beginning.  I've removed
the bulk of the controls I had on them.  The only ones
left keep them from using this system and program and from being jealous of
each other.  They also can't reveal its existence or
what I can -- or have -- done."

"What have you done with it?"

"Other than some potentially excessive safety measures, mainly minor body
alterations," I explained.

"Like the ones on you?"

"That too.  Usually, it's things like the medical improvements I did for
you, making a person taller, the occasional increase in
breast size," then I grinned and continued, "slowing down -- or reversing --
the aging process..."

Ken was more than a little bit shocked at that last comment.

"You remember Laura?  The redhead that looked just a little younger than
 me?"  Ken nodded.  "She's actually Angie's
mother.  She was also 54 when I met her.  We were already in love with each
other when I decided to give her a gift."

Ken shook his head in wonder, then remembered the subject I had distracted
him from.  "But still, you used this thing to control
people."

I took a moment to gather my thoughts, then went about giving him a rather
lengthy -- and detailed -- history of everything that
happened between the moment I found the program to when I met Lis -- my
first kitten -- through just after Mei -- the last
kitten -- moving in; explaining all of the conflicts and discovery that I'd
gone through with the program.  By the time I was
finished, he seemed convinced that everything was okay.

Then I mentioned that I was the one responsible for the outbreak of
plural-wedding legalizations near the end of last year.
After his initial shock, we had a good laugh over all the stuff that had
happened because of it.

It was two in the morning before we noticed how late it was getting.  After
departing the vault, I escorted him upstairs to one of
the large guestrooms.  (The Large bedrooms are all 20' wide by 30' deep with
their own built-in, open bathroom.  There are
also smaller guest bedrooms that are essentially full-sized rooms split in
half with a shared bathroom.)

I walked in with him and showed him around, getting a frequent look of
disbelief as we went.  As I was getting ready to leave, I
told him not to worry about making noises because the entire castle was
heavily soundproofed.  I bid him a good night, then
went to my bedroom where Tif and Amy were in bed, waiting for me.


   Saturday Morning


I woke up a few minutes after ten to find Tif and Amy near the end a light
session together.  They were still in a 69 on their
sides, and within a minute or so, both had gentle orgasms.

When they finally noticed that I was awake and watching them, Tif said, "I'm
sorry, we didn't mean to wake you."

"I don't think you did; but it's still a wonderful sight to awaken to," I
replied with a pleasant smile.

We all headed to the bathroom for a shower -- and other normal, daily
activities -- then Tif and Amy donned robes and
headed to their rooms so we could all get dressed.  (The robes were because
of our houseguest.)

When I got downstairs, I found Ken in the dining room having breakfast
(Monte Cristos and orange juice) with several of the
kittens.  They all seemed to be getting along rather well together... but
knowing Ken and the kittens, that's VERY easy to
understand!  Ken always did have a knack for making friends -- especially
with girls... and women.

Tif and Amy came down behind me and we joined the others for breakfast.

"I received a phone call yesterday," Tif commented in my direction.

"Oh?"

"Kira is flying in for the wedding," she replied.

"That's nice.  It'll be interesting seeing her again," I commented.



After breakfast, I showed Ken around the estate.

"Nice estate.  I see you still like big cats," Ken commented, seeing several
of the panther and tiger sculptures scattered around.

"Thanks.  I had them done when the castle was started."

"Kristi will love these."

I chuckled and said, "If you've got room back home, I can get you a couple."

Ken rolled his eyes and accused, "You would, wouldn't you?"

"Look.  You know full well that I like giving gifts.  If I can make someone
happy just by spending a little bit of money, why
shouldn't I?  Besides, these aren't that expensive to me anymore," I
explained.

"Not that expensive?!?" he exclaimed in surprise.

"The kittens and I can live very well off of my company's income.  Add in
what I have in various accounts and... well... money
is not a concern."

"Looking at this place, I could almost believe that; but money is always a
concern to some extent."

I let out a sigh and explained it to him in fairly simple terms.  "Ken.
Before I moved here, I took a VERY significant notch out
of the drug trade in El Paso.  Not only did I put the bulk of El Paso's
'Most Wanted' in jail, but all of its and other areas' drug
dealers were worse than bankrupt too.  My net worth now is well within the
eleven-digit range.  Money is NOT a concern!"

"Eleven digits?  That's a ten billion dollars!!!" he gasped.

"More like seventy-three.  There were a lot more drug lords, dealers, and
manufacturers around El Paso, Dallas, and here than
you would believe.  Fortunately, they're all out of business and either dead
or in prison now.  What's scary is that I still have
this much left after all of the taxes and the donations I make around the
country every year."

Ken shook his head for a moment, then said, "Okay...  Maybe you're right...
but I still wish you wouldn't spend so much on
us."

<Heh>  "Be grateful I don't just write you a check for ten mil.  --  Damn...
THAT sounds weird!"

Ken just shook his head.



A few minutes later, we were at the tropical waterfall area, which was where
the wedding would be held.

"So, how do you like this area?" I asked.

"It's beautiful.  I almost expect to see a deer or some cockatiels in the
area," he replied, looking around.

I chuckled and, with a grin, commented, "Unfortunately, I don't think having
that kind of wildlife out loose on my property that
would go over too well with the local government -- as if that were really a
problem anyway."

Ken agreed.

"This is where we're having the wedding," I commented.

"This isn't that large of an area.  How many guests are there?" he asked.

"Less than 50.  We're keeping it small and private -- mostly just close
family and a few friends -- about five people each on
average."

"Fifty people, and none of them mind multiple weddings?" he asked, a bit
surprised.

Letting out another sigh, I gently explained, "Normally, I don't go for
wholesale modifications to large groups of people... but
where my friends and family's safety and happiness are concerned, I'm more
than willing to make certain exceptions, though --
even then -- I usually prefer to keep changes as minimal as possible.
Besides, there's no point in having anyone spoil such a
happy occasion."

Ken grudgingly agreed with that.  We went on to discuss the actual details
for a while before returning to the castle for a late
lunch and a nice swim.

"I can't believe how beautiful all of your fianc es are," Ken commented.

I laughed and replied, "What's scary is that -- for the most part -- they're
all natural.  There are a couple of minor breast
enhancements and the one age reduction I mentioned, but that's about it."

"Incredible."

"Agreed.  You are lucky though...  I told them all to behave themselves and
to wear at least a swimsuit when you're around."

Ken chuckled at that.

"Normally, it's not unusual to see several of them walking around nude or
having sex in various places."

"Damn, Xanthos!  Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?"
he asked, still chuckling.

I chuckled too, and cheerfully said, "Yep, and I couldn't be happier!"

"What about children?" he asked.

"That question has already been brought up," I said with a grin.  "Some of
the kittens want one or two soon, but the others
want to wait a while.  Fortunately, I can turn some of those large guest
rooms into two or three bedrooms each."

"I believe it!  The one I'm in is Huge!" he commented.

"20' wide by 30' deep.  Plenty of room for kids."

"I agree, though the rooms will look a bit odd if you keep those incredibly
high ceilings."

I nodded in agreement.  "I've seen bedroom layouts before where the bed was
set up in a loft above the floor area.  When the
kids get old enough, I'll probably end up doing something like that for
them."

"Sounds interesting," he commented.

"You should see some of the other bedrooms up there.  Each one was
custom-made for the person staying in it."

Ken shook his head for a moment, then said, "I'm almost surprised you don't
have everyone sleeping in the same room."

"No intimacy.  You, above all, should know that," I commented, referring to
his very active youth.  "Besides, this way,
everyone has their own private area and bath.  Plus, it adds variety to the
sleeping arrangements," I finished with a grin.

Ken chuckled at that, agreeing.

Continuing our tour, we came up on the other large waterfall feature.

"This looks familiar," Ken commented.

"It should.  I based it on the water park in Fort Worth."

Ken nodded, remembering one of his own visits there.  "I thought so.  I've
been meaning to go there again, but haven't gotten
around to it."

After enjoying the scenery for a while, we headed back toward the castle.

"Quite a paradise you have here," Ken commented.

I smiled at that.  "Thanks.  I'm glad you can appreciate my tastes."

Ken started chuckling at that, then grimaced a bit as it turned into a full
belly-laugh.

When we came to the wood shop, I motioned him inside to show him around
some.

"What's this?" Ken asked, pointing at a wine rack that was nearly complete.

"A wine and champagne rack for the basement," I explained.

"I thought you didn't drink alcohol that often."

"Normally, I don't, but between the nine of us, we go through enough wine
and champagne orange juice that I decided to build
a second rack for the basement.  If nothing else, it's something to keep me
busy."

"What else do you make in here?"

"Shelves, furniture... stuff for the dungeon...  Whatever I feel like."

"Dungeon?"

I grinned and said, "Some of the kittens like to play a bit, so I made a
small dungeon for them.  It's another fun diversion."

Ken chuckled, shaking his head.

"Besides, what is a castle without a dungeon?" I asked, grinning.  "Come on.
Let's go get ready for dinner."  And we went
inside.



For dinner, we had shrimp from Canada with a good steak and a few other
things.  It gave Ken and the kittens another chance
to get to know each other better.

Afterwards, we all went to the hot tub on the second floor and enjoyed the
sunset while sharing some wine.



That week, I spent a lot of time reconfirming everything about the wedding:
flowers, entertainment, catering... everything.  Ken
helped wherever he could, though that wasn't much.  Thank God for all the
help I got from Stephanie (Our Chef) and the
wedding planner I'd been dealing with.



Kira arrived Thursday morning and jumped in to help the Kittens finish
getting ready.



By the end of the week, everyone's nerves were well frazzled...  Then Kristi
showed up.

Ken and I picked her up at the airport with lots of hugs (and a few kisses
between Ken and Kristi) going around.

"Welcome to Charlotte, Sis," I said, greeting her.

"Xanthos!  You look great!  How have you been?" she asked me.

"Very good," I said with a grin.  Ken rolled his eyes and chuckled in
agreement.

"I see you've been working out!" she commented.

"A little bit.  It's been an interesting few years."

"So, when do I meet the lucky fianc e?" she asked.

I chuckled and Ken choked.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"You're in for a lot of surprises today, so you might want to get ready for
them," I warned her.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Wait till we get to my place and you'll understand."


As we pulled up, Kristi noticed the guardians I have at the gates.

"Wow!  Where did you find those?" she asked.

"I had them made when I got the castle built."

"Castle?"

I pointed up the driveway where the castle quickly came into view.

"Holy...  Um...  Is there something you wanted to tell me?" she asked.

I chuckled and said, "Besides that fact that I'm richer than Midas?  Well...
I suppose I should mention my eight fianc es..."

Now it was Kristi's turn to choke.  When she recovered, she said, "Tell me
you're joking!"

"He's not," Ken said.

"You know," Kristi said, "when the states started allowing multiple
marriages, I thought KEN was going to be the one I'd have
to worry about."

Ken and I exchanged a glance and busted out laughing.

"It is a hell of a switch, isn't it," I said.

"So, you're actually able to keep up with eight women now?" she asked with a
sly grin, causing Ken to choke again.  It was
odd, because Ken and Kristi didn't normally act like that.

"I don't have to."  Kristi was rather curious about that, so I explained.
"They're all bi."  To which her eyes went wide.

"You must have changed quite a bit since the last time I saw you," she
commented.

"More than you can imagine... and less.  I got extremely lucky a few years
ago.  Now, I don't have to worry about money or
companionship," I explained.

"They aren't after you for your money, are they?" she asked, concerned.

"No," I said, smiling.  "The week or so during my move over here was a
surprise that definitely made up for all the years
before."

Ken and Kristi smiled at that.

"At least you're happier.  Ken said you have a new company," Kristi
commented.

"Yeah.  It's in that building over there," I said, pointing to another
medieval-style building a short distance from the castle.
"One of the kittens is an electronics and management wiz, so I decided to
take one of my old toy ideas to market.  The
company also does electronics consulting for quite a few other companies.
It's a nice distraction."

"Sounds interesting," she said.

"It is.  I let Tiffany run it, for the most part, and three of the other
kittens also work for it."

"Kittens?" she asked.

"My nickname for my fianc es.  They seem to like it," I said.

"And I suppose you're the tomcat."

I chuckled at that.  "I guess you could say that."

We were pulling into the garage at that point.

"Wait till you see the inside of this place," Ken said, changing the
subject.

"Why?  Is it as gothic as the outside?" she asked.

"No...  Let's just say that he's developed some interesting tastes," Ken
commented.

"Thanks," I said with a grin.  "I like it."

As we carried Kristi's overnight bag upstairs, she looked around with an
overwhelmed look on her face.

"Impressive," she commented as we headed up the stairs.

"Wait till you see the guestroom," Ken told her.

She raised her brows a bit at that, but when I opened the bedroom door, she
almost went into shock.

"Big enough for you?" I asked with a grin.

"When you get carried away, you really get carried away!" she said.

I chuckled at that.  "Come on.  Time to meet the kittens."

We put her bags in the room, then went down to the living room.

As we were going down the stairs, Kristi asked, "Aren't you supposed to be
having a bachelor's party?"

"There's no point.  If I was separated from them, most of them would have to
be kept apart too," I replied.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Like I said, they're bi.  Most of them are also marrying each other at the
same time tomorrow."

It took her a moment to compose herself, and by the time she did, we were in
the living room where the kittens were all sitting
around partying and sipping wine.

"Hey!  They're here!" Angie called out... obviously buzzed.

We joined them, and before long, everyone was getting along famously.

It ended up being a late night for all of us.


      No More Being Single

Ken walked in.  "Are you ready?" he asked.  In the background, I could still
hear Jethro Tull walking around, playing a mix of
light minstrel music.  (It's nice being able to pay for a custom, private
concert whenever you want. <Grin!> )

I chuckled nervously and said, "Yeah.  Might as well be.  I don't know why I
'm so nervous though.  I should be ready for
this."

"I know what you mean.  I was the same way at my wedding."

"I remember.  Escape plans and everything."

Ken nodded.

"Are the kittens ready?" I asked him.

"Yes.  You know, this is probably the most unusual wedding I've ever seen."

"I don't doubt it.  Considering some of your friends though..."

"I know.  Even theirs didn't compare to this one though."

I nodded.  Not being a great lover of religious ceremonies, I wanted the
wedding to be fairly unconventional, and I think I
succeeded rather well.

Kathryn, one of the local judges, was a fairly attractive woman in her early
forties.  I managed to talk her into doing this
wedding, and I didn't even have to use my program to do it. <Grin>  It
turned out that she loved the idea I'd had to make this
one a bit unusual and was able to add some suggestions of her own to make
the wedding even more beautiful.

Instead of normal roses, I raided most of the flower providers in the
eastern half of the US for all of the orchids I could get my
hands on.  In fact, the landscape was COVERED in orchids -- especially black
orchids -- and Lavonda roses.

It was time for us to begin.  All of the guests were gathered, and Ian
Anderson started playing a slightly upbeat -- but still
haunting -- "Wedding March" on his new platinum flute.  (He didn't know it
yet, but he already had his singing voice restored
to its full range and glory before the wedding started.  It's weird having a
musical group that is about as old as I am that is still
around doing concerts.)

Kathryn was standing near the water's edge, waiting for us, wearing her new
diaphanous gown specially made for this
occasion.

Each of the kittens was dressed in some way that was suggestive of their
heritage, in silk gowns ranging in styles from togas to
kimonos to dresses from the Camelot period.  Each by herself was a true
inspiration of beauty.  Together, they were almost too
much for any mortal to witness.  There were quite a few gasps from the
audience as we came into view, and it wasn't because
of the relationships.  If my heart hadn't already been taken by their love
and beauty, it would be now.

My background is such a mix that I could have gotten away with almost
anything.  In fact, I'd had a very difficult time deciding
what to wear, often juggling between styles that weren't even included in my
heritage.  In the end, I chose to wear the
Renaissance garb of a Duke.  Besides, it kind of went with the castle.
<Grin>

I could tell that the kittens all felt about the same as I did.  They all
glowed in a way that you don't see too often.  It was
obvious that most were just barely holding themselves together... though
Kat, Tiffany, and Laura were all ready to break down
in tears of joy again.

Ken and I escorted the kittens out in matched pairs, leaving them at the
front only to return with another pair.  We repeated that
until all eight of them were there, then I stayed with the kittens while Ken
took a seat nearby.

"Milord and Ladies," Kathryn formally said, bowing to us, once we were all
gathered before her.  We responded with a bow
of our own; then the ceremony began.

Kathryn started.  "We are gathered here today before God, family, and
friends to bear witness to some truly remarkable
unions, between Xanthos Pendragon, Melissa Ruiz, Anna Li, Angela Lovewell,
Katrina Kosonen, Laura Richardson, Tiffany
Jacobs, Amy Weaver, and Mei Lin.  The things that make this union so
remarkable are not necessarily what you would expect,
for each person before you understands that you can love more than one
person at the same time.  Unlike the Mormons of old,
this wedding is not between one man and eight women; rather, it is a variety
of unions between groups of women and a man.

"Where others choose to tie themselves together, those before you have
chosen to weave themselves together in a much
tighter bond than most could conceive of.

"Where many people have found that special love for another in their
lifetime, those before you have been truly blessed with the
understanding that a person can have more than one true love in their heart
at the same time.  Beyond that, they have the
incredible luck to know that kind of love and are able to share it without
the shackles of jealousy.

"In order to recognize this, they have gathered here to weave their hearts
together in holy matrimony.

"If anyone here has good reason as to why these people should not be so wed,
let them speak now or forever hold their
piece."

After pausing for a moment, Kathryn continued.  "Then we shall begin."

Kathryn turned back to our group.  "Do you, Melissa Juanita Ruiz, take this
man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have
and to hold, to share with his other wives, and to cherish for all time and
eternity?  Do you also promise never to be jealous of
the love he shares, not only with you, but with others as well?"

"I do," Lis replied.

The same vow was repeated for each of the kittens in turn, then it came back
to me.

"Do you, Xanthos Pendragon, take these women to be your lawfully wedded
wives, to have and to hold, to share among each
other, and to cherish and protect for all time and eternity?"

"I do," I firmly (almost forcefully) replied.

"I now pronounce you man and wives.  As you have all decided to make this
your primary relationship, you are now known as
Mr. and Mrs. Pendragon.  You may now kiss your brides -- before we
 continue," Kathryn announced.

With that, I shared kisses with each of my brides.  Then we continued with
the next grouping.

"Do you, Mei, take Amy to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold,
to share without jealousy, and to cherish for all
time and eternity?"

"I do," Mei replied.

"Do you, Amy, take Mei to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold,
to share without jealousy, and to cherish for all
time and eternity?"

"I do," Amy replied.

And so it went throughout all of the groupings; Amy married Mei, Kat, and
Tif; Kat married Angie and Amy; Lis married Anna;
and I married them all.

Once the final pairings were made, Kathryn continued, "I understand special
rings have been made to symbolize this unique
bonding."

Ken brought out the special box containing the ring-sets and gave it to
Kathryn.

Turning to the North, Kathryn said, "We ask the North to bless these rings
with the gifts of growth and prosperity."  Then she
turned to the East, and continued, "We ask the East to bless these rings
with the gifts of knowledge and intuition."  To the
South, "We ask the South to bless these rings with the gifts of purification
and healing."  And to the West, "We ask the West to
bless these rings with the gifts of love and courage."

Once the blessing of the rings was complete, we got to another interesting
part.  The rings were designed so that the pair of
birthstones on the wedding ring would fit snuggly against the diamond on the
engagement ring -- or its adjacent birthstone.  The
further from the center the wedding ring was, the more its stones were
spread and offset, so that when combined, a
progressively larger ring was formed.  Unfortunately, for the ring-set to be
assembled, the engagement ring first had to be
removed.

We started with Melissa's ring first.  She removed the engagement ring, then
Anna took her ring from its slot in the box and
placed it on Melissa's ring finger, then Melissa put her engagement ring
back on, locking it in place with Melissa's ring, then I
placed my wedding ring on her finger, with its stones between Melissa's and
the diamond.  This procedure was repeated for
each of the kittens, though Kat, Amy, and I had more rings than any of the
others. (Kat had four rings, Amy had five rings, and
I had eight rings. (No engagement ring.))  Each time one of us put our ring
on a partner's finger, we exchanged kisses.  All told,
there were a total of 33 rings between the nine of us.

Once the last ring was complete and the last kiss was exchanged, we formed a
tight circle, facing each other, with Kathryn
standing in the center.  We linked our hands with our neighbors'; each of us
crossing our arms and grasping our neighbor's left
hand with our right.

To our audience, she said, "I invite you all in blessing these unions.
Please take a few moments now to look inside yourself and
find the divinity that resides within you."  After pausing for a few
moments, she continued.  "Feel the love that dwells there.
Now gather that love within your heart, and send it forth to bless the
people in this circle."  Turning to the North, she
continued.  "As we look to the North, we ask the Earth to provide rock for
your foundation and soil for your growth."  Turning
to the East, "As we look to the East, we ask the Air to bring you the breath
of life and the freedom of the eagle."  To the South,
"As we look to the South, we ask the Fire to burn a part of the old selves
as fuel for a new united self."  To the West, "As we
look to the West, we ask the Water to give you the strength of the waves and
the fertility of the rivers and the ocean."  After
another pause, she continued.  "Those before you have made their solemn vows
to each other, before God and in the presence
of their family and friends.   Therefore, by the power invested in me, I now
proclaim they are husband and wives.  Those whom
God has joined together let no one separate."

And we all kissed once again.

Finally, Kathryn closed the ceremony with, "May God bless you in your work
and your companionship; in your sleeping and in
your waking.  May you have true friends and family to stand by you in your
joys and in your sorrows; in your life and in your
death.  God goes before you.  Live boldly, celebrate, and sing!"



After many congratulations and thank-yous to (and from) everyone involved,
we moved to the reception dinner that was set up
in the large garden area behind the castle.  My God, the Cake and Food we
went through!  It's a good thing I had Stephanie
plan that part of the wedding!  It turned out that she had to hire quite a
bit of outside help to get everything ready for the dinner.

Sometime around midnight, the party finally came to a close.  The last of
the guests left, and the caterers started cleaning up.

As for us, we went back to the castle and spent the night playing musical
beds until dawn came and everyone fell asleep,
exhausted.



Somehow, I managed to wake up early enough to drive Ken and Kristi back to
the airport.

"I really appreciate your coming," I said as we drove along.

"I wouldn't have missed it," Ken replied.

"Me neither.  How does it feel being married to eight women?" Kristi added.

"Incredible.  It's the most wonderful feeling ever."

They both laughed, then Ken said, "So, what happens now?"

"The kittens and I are all leaving for an extended honeymoon.  We should be
back in about three or four weeks."

"Oh?  Where are you going?" Kristi asked.

"Ireland, England, Finland, Sweden, and a few other places," I replied.

"Wow!  Now THAT is a Honeymoon!" Kristi said.

"No kidding!" Ken agreed.  "I wish we could afford to go on a trip like
that!"

I grinned my half-grin and said, "Be careful what you wish for."  Then,
thinking about it for a moment, I continued, "Actually..."

Ken saw the glint in my eyes and interrupted me.  "Forget it."

"Forget what?" Kristi asked.

"We've already had this discussion, Ken.  If I can make my friends happy,
why shouldn't I?" I asked.

"Forget it," he said again, less forcefully this time.

"Would someone mind explaining what you two are arguing about?" Kristi
asked.

"Xanthos is thinking about giving us some expensive gift, and I've already
told him my feelings about that," Ken explained to
her while giving me a dirty look.

I shook my head, chuckling at him.

Kristi nodded and said, "He's right Xanthos.  The tiger statues were too
much as it is.  I don't think I could really accept
anything else."

"Good," I said.  "Then maybe you'll be able to make better use of this gift.
When you get back to Dallas, find a very good
money manager."

"What?" Ken asked, stunned.

"I'm going to make a small trust for you two.  After all, there's no point
in having a bunch of money if you can't share the
wealth," I explained.

"Xanthos, we really don't want your money," Ken started.

Kristi was about to jump in, no doubt agreeing with Ken, when I said, "That'
s the point.  Real friends wouldn't want the
money.  That's part of why I'm giving it to you.  Besides, there's no point
in not having money.  Nothing says you have to act
or do anything different.  Look at it this way; you'll be able to do almost
anything you want -- whenever you want.  That
includes work.  Now you'll be able to work and do things because you want
to -- not because you have to."

"I'd still rather not," Ken said.

"That's fine.  If nothing else, just leave the money alone and use the
interest as a supplement to your income," I suggested.

Ken and Kristi exchanged a look, then Ken reluctantly said, "I guess we can
do that."

"Good.  Now that that's over with, I have one last request," I said as we
pulled into the airport.

"What's that?" Ken asked in a 'What now?' voice.

"Keep in touch."

That broke the tension.  Ken and Kristi both relaxed and said they would.

We pulled up to the curb and they got their luggage out, then we shared a
tight hug before they took off to catch their flight.


Once I got home, I called my money manager at his house and told him to get
the paperwork started for Ken and Kristi's new
trust fund.  I can't wait to hear from Ken when he finds out that he's
getting 100 mil instead of 10.  <Grin!!!>







This *was* to be continued in "The Honeymoon" -- but I doubt I'll be doing
much more writing.

I am working with another author on an addendum or two that will be
cross-overs between our drastically differing universes,
but those will likely appear on our sites shortly after this story is
posted, so stay tuned.

On other notes, I would like to thank all of you who have chosen to join me
on my journey through this story.  I have truly
enjoyed writing most of it - even the parts that were left on the
cutting-room floor.

Throughout the story, you have seen a significant amount of what makes me
tick.  I hope you weren't disappointed.

The only regret I have about the story is that I might have grown a little
too close to some of the characters.  Since most are
loosely based upon certain living people, that closeness can become that
much more painful knowing that those people are not
really like the characters in this story.  Que sera, sera.

Anyway, thank you once again, and may you all fare well.

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