In Mother's Care. Prologue.

A Commission for Dummy.

Nineteen year old Isabelle has fallen victim to a magical plague, one that transforms the bodies of it's victims in wild and unpredictable ways. With a whole new body and a cock desperate for attention, she is sent away to a convent to be cared for and taught how to come to terms with her changes. Her mentor, Mother Linna, has other ideas.

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“I can manage that myself, thanks.” Isabelle growled, slapping the hand of the nun beside her away from her bag. The green-skinned nun pursed her lips before stepping back, letting the younger girl hoist her heavy suitcase up the small step and stalk through the door to her new home. A thin tongue flickered out disapprovingly as the lizard watched her scowl at her room, eyes pausing on the second bed in the dim little space. “Why two beds?”

“Mother Linna will be sharing you cell as your mentor.” The nun sniffed.

“Not enough I’m stuck in this prison, I have to be watched 24/7, huh?” Isabelle snarled.

The lizard nun’s tongue flickered impatiently and her yellow eyes narrowed. “The convent is not a prison.” She said coldly before turning and sweeping away, long tail flicking as it escaped the back of her robes. “Mother Linna will arrive shortly and begin your initiation.”

Isabelle scowled after her and slammed the heavy wooden door to her new room shut. She found herself in near complete darkness after the satisfying crash of wood and stone, swearing before fumbling over the walls to find the curtains. She flung them open and swore again, seeing that with the low dusk light and such a thin window, there was barely any difference at all.

She slumped heavily into her new bed and stared at the cold stone ceiling. She wasn’t going to cry, she had promised herself that days ago when her parents had first told her they were sending her away, but it was getting harder to resist the urge to sob with anger and fear and frustration and all the other emotions boiling up inside her.

The Sickness had come in the night, her body being twisted as she slept like some horrific joke on puberty. She’d gone to bed a small, chubby brunette with shy brown eyes and a stammer, and she’d woken up a tall, lean blonde with piercing blue eyes and a voice that wasn’t her own anymore.

A low groan escaped her as her cock throbbed, straining against the fabric of her jeans with angry impatience. She balled her fists, determined not to touch it no matter how insistent it was on not being ignored.

She’d always thought of The Sickness as some far-away magical problem, like the mountain giants or the great deep mermaids. Something big and mysterious that she would never really have to think about, where would she meet a giant or a mermaid in her quiet little town after all? The Sickness was something that happened to people far away in the cities, not one person in the vale had ever even fell ill before… until her.

She swallowed and folded her arms tightly over her new thin belly. It wasn’t fair, she’d never done anything to make herself vulnerable to the changes, never had contact with any of the Faunakind or magicians. She’d stayed at home and painted and lived a content life knowing her and normal village were perfectly safe from all the ‘unnaturals.’

She groaned again as her cock swelled, pressing painfully to the front of her jeans to a low creak of denim. She wasn’t going to touch it, she refused.

There was a knock at the door and she sat up like a shot, pressing her hands down on her crotch. “What?”

The door swung open and a new nun stepped inside, smiling gently to her before closing the door and taking a seat on the opposite bed. She was a larger woman, her heavy frame bearing wide soft hips and truly massive breasts. Her face was round and kind, it was also covered by a thick white fur. 

Isabelle had never had any contact with the Faunakind before being sent to the convent, so recognising what animal the people she’d come in contact with was a little difficult. Mother Linna was definitely a dog of some kind, big and fluffy with a pair of droopy ears atop her head. Her coat was mostly black, though where it met her white underbelly streaks of rich copper mixed between the two. A mop of black hair sat atop her head, cut into a messy bob and only visible thanks to the fact Linna was not wearing her habit.

“Good evening.” She said in a low, breathy voice, gently tinted by a swiss accent, “You must be Isabelle.”

“Mother Linna, right?” Isabelle said shortly, “Guess you’re my cellmate.”

Linna laughed quietly. “I suppose I am.”

“Something funny?”

Linna observed her with big brown eyes before tilting her head. “Did you know the word Cell comes from the French Celle, which itself derives from the Latin Cella meaning chamber?”

Isabelle blinked. “Huh?”

“That’s all it means really, chamber.” Linna hummed. “A cell is just a room.”

“I don’t…”

“This Convent is just a building, and this cell is just a room. You can call them whatever you like, but ultimately this place is here to help you, as am I.”

“How exactly?” Isabelle frowned, “Indoctrinating me into a cult?”

“Our order is dedicated to helping and healing those in need.” Linna shrugged, “If you wish to join us you would be welcome, though we are short on space to be truthful.” She laughed again and stood up, brushing down her robes. 

“I am your mentor, so I will be living with you and guiding you along your path to coming to terms with your changes” Linna said, “Please, stand.”

“Why?”

“So that I can get a good look at you.” Linna smiled, “I won’t bite.” Isabelle slowly rose and hugged her waist as Linna circled her, humming to herself. “You’re quite lovely, were you like this before the changes?”

“No.”

“Your whole physique changed, not just your genitals?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm, I understand how traumatic that can be, I was quite different after my change.”

Linna’s hand tapped at Isabelle’s arm and the girl reluctantly brought both down to her sides. “How?”

“Ah, I used to be much taller.” Linna chuckled. “Had quite a talent for Basketball, but afterwards… well, I have trouble reaching high shelves these days.”

She circled around in front of Isabelle and smiled up at her, resting her hands on her hips. “I think we shall get along.”

Isabelle sniffed. “Sure.”

“Now, take off your clothes.”

“What?!”

“Come on.” Linna sighed, neatly lifting her robes over her head and dropping them to the floor. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

Isabelle gawped as Linna’s heavy furred breasts swung free and her cock bobbed to attention, a good seven or eight inches of surprisingly human-looking meat complete with a foreskin lightly covered by a pale white fuzz. 

“Uhhh.”

“I know this is embarrassing.” Linna said gently, taking Isabelle’s belt in her hands. “But I need to see.”

Isabelle gulped as the nun slowly pulled her pants down. Her cock saw its opportunity and bounced free with a victorious pulse of arousal, throbbing and twitching with Isabelle’s heartbeat.

“My word.” Linna purred, gently stroking along the length. “That is a lovely cock.”

“Er… listen.” Isabelle stammered as Linna’s hand closed around her length, beginning to gently stroke her back and forth.

“Ah ah.” Linna tutted, suddenly all business. Her smile had an edge to it now, there was a hungry glint in her eye that made Isabelle quiver. “Let me work for a moment.”

“But…”

“Hush.” Linna growled.

Isabelle hushed.

She stood and shivered as the nun gave her a gentle, curious handjob, soft furred hands playing with her newly-grown manhood with clear experience. It wasn’t long until Isabelle was mewing under Linna’s touch, her knees quaking as her virgin cock delighted in the attention.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” Linna hummed, glancing up at her blushing face. “You haven’t played with your new toy yet?”

“It’s… n… not natural.” Isabelle squeaked.

“But it’s a part of you nonetheless.” Linna tutted. “It’s hungry… aching… doesn’t it hurt?”

“Y… yes.”

Linna pursed her lips and sighed. “Oh child… this change is not merely physical, it’s mental as well. Your mind is screaming out, telling you to mate. Your body has been remade into a perfect breeding stud; you need to cum like you need to eat now. Refusing these urges is keeping your body from levelling out, your hormones are just going to build and build until you explode.”

“But I don’t want it!” Isabelle whined. “I don’t want a cock!”

“I know, pup.” Linna smiled sadly, before moving forwards and slipping the first two inches of Isabelle’s cock into her hot, wet mouth.

“Eek! What are you doing!?” Isabelle squealed as Linna’s tongue curled around her shaft, hands darting down to grab the nun by the ears and pull her away. The second her fingers touched Linna’s hair, a low threatening growl emanated from the nun’s lips and her teeth gently pressed down on Isabelle’ cock. “Ahn! S… Sorry!”

“Hrm.” Linna purred before continuing her work.

Isabelle’s mind was racing as Linna bobbed back and forth, her hot, wet tongue rolling around her shaft. The nun was right, she needed this so bad, there was an urge from deep within her screaming for her to grab Linna and breed her, to release her seed deep into her body. A different part of her reminded the dangerous edge of the growl Linna had released, and just how sharp her teeth were when she smiled.

To her surprise, Isabelle felt a thrill run up her spine at the thought.

“Mlah.” Linna sighed, pulled away from her pole and inspecting it curiously. “Is that nice?”

“Yes?” Isabelle blushed nervously.

“Good.” Linna smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Sit.”

“Wh... why?”

“It’ll be easier on your legs.” The nun hummed, shuffling forwards on her knees and pushing Isabelle back until she fell onto the bed with a squeak of surprise. “You’re a virgin, no?”

“Um… y… yes.” Isabelle nodded, blushing furiously.

“I thought so, there was all that attitude before but you’re panicking now.” Linna chuckled. “Don’t worry, everyone is a little scared their first time.”

“Not like this.”

“No… I suppose not.” Linna admitted quietly. “But you are with someone who cares for you, who will guide you, if you let her. In that way you are quite lucky.” She dipped her head forwards and softly drew Isabelle’s cock back between her lips, bobbing back and forth with long, slow movements, her tongue swirling and rolling against Isabelle all the while.

“My mentor when I changed was my first as well.” She said as she moved away with a wet pop, dragging gentle licks up and down each side of Isabelle’s shaft whilst her furry hand cupped the terrified girl’s balls. “She was not so gentle.”

“I don’t want this.” Isabelle whimpered as Linna slipped back down. “I just want to go home… I want to be normal.”

“I know, pup.” Linna sighed, her big brown eyes looking up with sympathy. “But it’s out of our hands now.”

Isabelle whimpered as Linna sucked and licked and kissed at her previously untouched manhood. Her cock rejoiced at the attention, throbbing and sending pulses of pleasure through Isabelle’s shaking body. The nun slipped down to Isabelle’s root, furred lips tickling the girl’s crotch, before pulling back and repeating the process over and over until Alex cried out.

“Ah… Linna.” Isabelle whined, hands clinging to her shirt as the nun continued to tease her aching cock with her tongue. “I… feel strange!”

“It’s alright, pup.” Linna purred, her voice a lustful growl. “Let it all out for me.”

Isabelle squealed as her cock throbbed in Linna’s hand, pulsing and shooting a thick, pearl-white rope of sperm across the room against the far wall. Three more impressive spurts shot from her and she fainted dead away, falling into Linna’s welcoming cleavage.

The nun tutted and stroked her cheek. “You poor sweet thing.”

Gently, she rose and lay the girl’s head in her lap, smiling at the peaceful expression her new charge wore as she slept. 

“Sleep, pup, everything will be alright.”

Isabelle whimpered in her sleep, and nuzzled to a soft, furry thigh. She was at peace, for the moment. Linna hoped that in time she would come to be at peace entirely, but it would take patience and affection. 

She sighed and stroked the girl’s hair; it was fortunate she had both to spare.