In Mother's Care. Chapter One.

A Commission for Dummy.

After her first night at the Convent revealed her new life wasn't going to be anything like she expected, Isabelle really should have expected more surprises to come with her first day with Mother Linna.

-o-o-o-

Isabelle groaned as her eyes fluttered open, immediately squeezing them shut again as she saw the dull stone of the roof. It hadn’t just been a dream. She really had gone through the Change. Her parents really had shipped her off to a convent rather than deal with her. She really was lying in a strange bed in a tiny stone room in convent built centuries ago in the middle of nowhere halfway up a mountain.

She froze suddenly, hands tightening on the warm, soft covers blanketing her body. If that all was real, then that meant what had happened last night was real as well.

She opened her eye a crack and peered across the little room. Mother Linna was sitting cross-legged on her own bed, fully dressed and smiling. Her furry hands were clasped together in prayer, a small rosary dangling from her paws.

“Good morning.” She said brightly. “You slept well.”

Isabelle squeaked and shuffled into the corner, pulling the blankets with her into a warm, protective pile. The nun chuckled and carefully slipped her rosary back into its pouch. “You’ve missed breakfast I’m afraid, but lunch is in about an hour.”

“How long have you been watching me?” Isabelle scowled.

“Not long, a few minutes.” Mother Linna shrugged, “You’re quite cute when you’re asleep, so peaceful and calm.”

“Could you be any creepier?” Isabelle scowled, tugging the blankets a little closer to her chin.

Linna’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t appreciate being insulted, but seeing as you’re still so new I’ll let that slide this once.” She stood and smoothed down her habit, regaining her smile after a calming sigh. “Now, I’ll be giving you the tour today, so as soon as you’re ready we can head out and get you familiar with the Convent.”

Isabelle swallowed remembering the feeling of Linna’s teeth resting on her cock, the strength of the unassuming Faunakind woman.  Maybe making her angry wasn’t the best plan in the world. She cleared her throat and awkwardly brought her knees up to her chin.

“I’m… uh… I’m sorry for being rude.” She mumbled. “This is all a bit… much.”

Linna smiled gently and sat on the edge of her bed, patting her knee. “I know, pup, I know.”

Isabelle felt a faint shiver run down her spine at the name ‘pup,’ remembering how it had sounded when Linna’s soft, melodic voice had lowered to a hungry, lustful growl. Isabelle’s virgin body had been putty in the faunakind woman’s paws, completely helpless to resist her passion, not to mention unwilling. The memory of Linna’s fingers playing around her cock, squeezing severely before offering a gentle, tender stroke still made the poor girl tremble.

She sat up and pulled the covers off herself, shivering slightly as the cold mountain air washed over her.

“My my.” Linna’s voice purred suddenly, snapping Isabelle out of her remembrance. “Well, we can’t have you going out like that, can we?”

Isabelle gulped, hearing the exact same tone in Linna’s voice she’d been fantasizing about washing over her ears. She glanced down and saw her panties tented to an almost comical point, her cock straining desperately against its prison, making the poor cotton groan and stretch to it’s limit around its length.

“Oh, shit… I’m sorry.” She stammered, pressing her palm down against the bulge and forcing her pole flat. The simple pressure only made her unruly cock throb, making the blush on Isabelle’s cheeks darken all the more. “I… i…”

“Hush, pup. There’s no need to explain.” Linna smiled, that hungry tone only more pronounced as she rose and began to pad slowly towards the squirming girl before her. “Morning wood is nothing to be embarrassed about, it happens to all of us.”

“It’s n… not going down.” Isabelle winced, trying to shuffle back as Linna approached, her back hitting the wall. “Um… m… maybe…” her mouth went dry as she realised what she’d been about to suggest. Just yesterday the prospect of touching her cock at all had made her blood run cold, now she had almost asked Linna to leave the room so she could masturbate.

“Of course.” Linna said gently, removing the need for Isabelle to finish her thought. The girl sighed with embarrassed relief before yelping as a furred paw closed around her package. “I’d be more than happy to take care of it for you.”

Isabelle swallowed and bit her lip, leaning back as Linna freed her cock and began to stroke her. About half her mind screamed for her to stop the nun now before the pleasure became too much. This was wrong, it said, indulging in this sinful lust, treating her cock as anything more than a magical abomination. She should shout, push Linna away, run out into the convent and tell everyone what a pervert her so-called ‘mentor’ was.

Her other half was chanting ‘fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!’ and pleading for her to thrust against Linna’s gentle, patient strokes.

Isabelle’s mental stalemate landed her squarely between the two options. She whimpered and gasped and clung to her nightshirt, burning a bright red as Linna cooed and sighed and squeezed her aching cock.

“Hmm, you’re so pent up.” The nun tutted. “Refusing to touch yourself has made you very sensitive.”

Isabelle let out a quiet ‘eep’ in reply. Linna chuckled and shifted her weight, winding an arm around Isabelle’s shoulder and holding her comfortably, still pumping all the while with her other hand. Her breath was hot against Isabelle’s neck, tickling her and making her tremble as her hips began to work in tandem with the nun’s strokes.

Isabelle moaned hotly, eyes squeezed shut and back arching as her orgasm built. Linna smiled and continued. “You’re about ready to pop, aren’t you? You had the same cute little wrinkle between your brows last night.” Another moan from the red-faced girl confirmed her suspicion. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll last much longer next time.”

At that, Isabelle exploded, letting out a rattling gasp and going limp. Her cock jerked so hard it escaped Linna’s grasp and painted the ceiling with a jet of sperm, sending another two ropes spraying messily over both the floor, Isabelle’s stomach, and Linna’s hand.

The nun tutted sternly and wiped her hand clean with a small handkerchief. She glanced down at Isabelle, who was at least still conscious this time, and gently draped the thin silk rag over her softening cock. “Now, clean yourself up and meet me outside for the tour, alright?”

“O… ok.” Isabelle managed to nod, hearing the door click shut as Linna abandoned her to take care of her mess.

-o-o-o

The chill of the air as Isabelle followed Linna out into one of the Convent’s courtyard brought a rosy glow to her cheeks, giving her a better excuse as to why she was blushing than the fact she’d furiously rubbed out another orgasm the second Linna had left her alone.

Even as she walked her cock refused to fully go down, still pulsing impatiently in her jeans as Linna walked ahead, massive backside swaying and bouncing with each step, practically begging Isabelle to sink herself deep into the plush, furred flesh.

Isabelle shook her head and pushed down on her crotch through the thick, warm coat she was wearing. Terrified of what any of the other nun would think if they saw her raging hard-on, she turned her thoughts to other things.

When she’d first arrived at the Convent it had already been dark, and beyond the entrance hall and the corridors that led to her new room, she had seen very little. Now in the misty morning light, she could better appreciate the cold, stoic beauty of her new home. The Convent was built up in the foothills of the mountains, nestled in a small plateau just below where the harsh grey stone began to climb in earnest.

It was built almost in a Q shape, with a ring of stone surrounding a well-kept garden. A chapel jutted out from the west side of the ring, positioned parallel to a sharp cliff that led down to the small lake a hundred metres or so below. Two tall, pointed towers rose from the circle of the convent, one housing the library, another extending from the accommodation block, adding a dozen more rooms for the nuns to live within.

“Mother Linna.” A nun said as she passed Linna, snapping Isabelle out of her thoughts. She was a pretty woman, not much older than she was herself, with a curl of auburn hair escaping her habit and a smattering of freckles across her brow. She appeared to be fully human, until she flashed Isabelle a welcoming smile and revealed her rows of razor-sharp fangs. “Ah, you must be Isabelle, welcome!”

“Uh… h… hi?” Isabelle smiled weakly, noticing how the nun’s thistle-coloured eyes flashed with a warm, glowing light.

“This is Sister Soren.” Linna said, patting Isabelle’s shoulder gently. “She’s our head gardener, most of what you’ll be eating for dinner is from her vegetable plots.”

“I can’t take all the credit.” Soren purred, still not taking her eyes off Isabelle who was having sudden flashbacks to how Linna’s teeth and nails had felt against her flesh the previous night. “Mother Edda is the one who cooks them all up, and of course it’s Sister Sigurd who provides our meat.”

Her eyes flashed again at the word ‘meat.’

Isabelle shivered.

“Anyway, I must be off, Mother Superior wanted to speak with me.” Soren beamed, bowing her head to Linna. “Go with God, Mother.”

“Go with God, sister.” Linna replied, taking Isabelle and leading her away towards a small flower garden.

“Wh… what is she?” Isabelle asked cautiously, glancing over her shoulder to see Soren sweeping away, hips wiggling under her habit. “A… and isn’t Soren a… male name?”

“Sister Soren went through the Change, the same as you.” Linna chuckled, “It was quite the dramatic transformation to say the least, but she has come along way since she first came to us.”

“She… was a guy?”

“She was, and now she isn’t.” Linna nodded. “It’s not unheard of for the Change to alter a person’s sex, or their species, but it is exceptionally rare.”

“But… what is she?”

“She is a Succubus.” Linna sighed, “And before you start getting any ideas no, those stories you’ve heard are not accurate.”

“Aren’t succubae… demons?” Isabelle frowned.

“They are not, just nature spirits, same as Dryads and Werewolves and Faunakind.” Linna said firmly. “The only difference between her and I is that she prefers her steaks rare and her lovers rough.”

“She’s allowed to have lovers?”

“She has her own charges, just like you. Sweet young Ingrid and Louise, oh, she runs them ragged most days, but I’m yet to hear them complain.” Linna purred sultrily. “Many of us meet up to exchange ideas… and occasionally our pets, I’m sure you’ll meet everyone very soon.”

“I… is that how things are supposed to be?” Isabelle winced.

Linna smirked and patted her ass. “Of course not, but why should that matter?”

“So, do all of the nuns here… um… do they act like you?”

A furred brow rose and Isabelle groaned, sitting down on a small bench by a rose wall. “Fuck me.”

“I suppose I should explain.” Linna sighed, taking her place beside Isabelle with a small smile. “We’ve all taken our vows, yes, we have to, but our convent isn’t like others. We are dedicated specifically to the care and salvation of those who have undergone the Change. That means all our guests have needs and that meeting those needs is for the best, not only for their health, but for their happiness and peace.”

She patted Isabelle’s thigh gently. “Most of our order simply offer spiritual guidance and healing to our guests, we help them come to terms with their new bodies and new urges through meditation and prayer and contemplation. But there are a few of us who recognise the need for more… practical solutions.”

“W… won’t you get into trouble?” Isabelle asked as Linna nuzzled her throat, soft, furry lips brushing her skin before kissing her teasingly.

“Mother Superior indulges herself frequently, all she asks is that those of us who follow her example do so discretely and morally… most of us are happy to obey.”

“M… most?”

Linna chuckled, her hand dancing along the bulge Isabelle’s cock was making in her trouser leg. “Sometimes I just can’t help myself.” She breathed into her prey’s ear. “I’m a bad girl.”

Isabelle gasped, but in that instant Linna withdrew and stood, planting her paws on her hips and flashing a cruel smile. “Come along, we’re not done with the tour yet.”

Isabelle blinked and awkwardly stood, groaning as she felt her boner press outwards, infused with a fresh rebellious need for attention from its new favourite person in the world.

“So… if I told anyone, you could be in a lot of trouble?” She asked after a while, once she’d worked up the confidence.

Linna laughed. “Are you going to tell anyone?”

“I… I could!” Isabelle scowled defiantly. “So, you’d… you’d better be careful.”

Linna showed her teeth in a wide, mocking grin and stepped close. Isabelle whimpered as Linna’s fat, plump breasts pressed against her slender belly and two large, furry hands clapped against her rear. She could feel the nun’s cock pulsing against her thigh, and her heartbeat through her chest, most of all she could feel the intensity of Linna’s gaze as she stared calmly into her eyes.

“Had I?” she asked softly. “Really? Do I need to worry about you going and telling someone, pup? Do I need to make sure you know your place? Does Mother need to teach you a lesson?”

Isabelle trembled, immediately cowed, but Linna didn’t retreat. “Perhaps I should give you a lesson, just to make things absolutely, positively, crystal clear.” She squeezed Isabelle’s ass, drawing a squeak from the younger girl’s lips, before taking her hand in an immovable grip and tugging her ack the way they’d come.

-o-o-o-

“Ah!” Isabelle gasped as Linna pushed her onto her bed, growling with lust and yanking her pants down with one sharp tug. “W… wait!”

“None of that.” Linna tutted, gripping Isabelle by the thighs and slapping her own hips forwards with a loud clap of flesh. Isabelle’s protests became mute as she felt Linna’s throbbing erection rest against the small of her back, still covered in the nun’s robes but hot and heavy nonetheless.

“Please.” She managed to croak, pressing her forehead down into the pillows, completely incapable of denying her need. “I… I’m not ready.”

“I’m well aware.” Linna smiled, patting her rump fondly. “No, I’m not going to fuck you… not yet.”

“Then… what are y… oooh!” Isabelle began to ask before gasping as something cool and wet pressed against her rosebud. She turned her head sharply to see Linna dipping her fingers back into a small bowl of lube before bringing the slick, furry digits back towards her helpless rear. “What are you doing?”

“You’d rather I put this in dry?” Linna chuckled, brandishing a small black buttplug like a weapon. It was about the size of a walnut, egg-shaped, but with a wide, flat base so it would be easy to remove once it was snug inside Isabelle’s virgin pucker. It was not the first time Isabelle had ever seen a plug like it, but it was certainly the first time she’d ever been faced with the prospect of having one inside her.

She mutely turned her head back and bit her lip, quaking as Linna gently slathered more lube against her twitching hole. When Linna’s fingers gently pressed inside her, sliding only a little way into her ass to make sure she was properly lubricated both inside and out, Isabelle couldn’t help but groan.

For all her humiliation and reluctance, her cock delighted in the attention, throbbing and bobbing freely, it almost seemed to be dancing with excitement, each heartbeat making the pole jerk and ooze a thin, pearly drop of pre onto Linna’s bedsheets.

Isabelle bit her lip as the pointed head of the little toy nuzzled her hole, firm black rubber pressing against her virgin opening carefully, but not without purpose. “Nyah!” she squealed as she felt herself begin to stretch, each progressing millimetre of buttplug forcing her open wider and wider until she didn’t think she could bear it for another second.

She opened her mouth to squeal again, before letting out a dull, breathless grunt as the plug finally reached its broadest point and popped the rest of the way inside her in one sharp movement. The feeling of fullness alone made Isabelle moan with need, and by the time she felt Linna’s hands rolling her onto her back, she was already in love with this amazing new sensation.

“Now.” Linna said sternly, shedding her habit and letting her pendulous breasts swing free. “Here’s how this is going to work. I am going to train you, pup, I am going to turn you into a good, obedient little whore for me, and you’re going to love every last second of it. You will be meek and quiet and polite. You will do what I say, when I say to do it. You will not tell anyone what I do to you, because if you do, it will mean you will never feel like this again. Am I clear?”

“Y… yes.” Isabelle nodded, legs up and open in the air, showing off her aching prick and the black base of the plug in her ass.

“Yes Mother.” Linna growled.

Isabelle swallowed, her dick giving an approving bob. “Yes Mother.” She echoed, biting her lip as Linna slowly rose and stroked her own pole of cockmeat.

“Good pup.” The nun smiled, before moving closer and pressing the head of her cock to Isabelle’s lips. “Now suck Mother’s cock.”