Entrance Chapter 5, A Sister's Release
#5 of Entrance
Chapter 6
As they were cleaned up Veronica, I was sat down on the stool and considered my first meal. It struck me that I was more hungry than I was before. The owner seemed to notice, maybe it was my paw rubbing over my belly that hinted him off. "You new?" he asked, leaning against the counter, "You're a battery, a very cherished battery. When you hit peak, it's a little draining. Of course you're hungry," he said as he reached over to pat me on the head. I felt as if that should bother me, but instead I just felt flushed and hungry, and blushed obligingly, for what little of it showed.
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The female otter suddenly plopped herself on the stool next to me and reached over to squeeze my thigh, "Your donation will make me grow up big and strong," she said, joining in the conversation, "But forget that, get some food. I suggest the scrambled Devil Yo eggs with spiced cheese and a side of squeezed yamayamma." I had no idea what that was, exactly, but after the delights she had shown me, I went ahead with the idea.
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After Veronica and I were satiated, we stepped out of the café and started to explore the city. More accurately, she was pointing out the landmarks as we went. We didn't get too far before a short vixen came rushing up at us. She was dressed in only a large ribbon that wrapped around her torso from top to bottom and tied together in an ornate bow behind her neck. She wasn't too well developed, looking young like the otter had back at the café. "Veronica, Mistress Veronica!" she said between gasps, "A missive for you!" She thrust a sealed letter at Veronica, saluted with first and third finger, and ran right away without waiting for either of us to respond.
As Veronica sliced upen the letter with a claw and began reading, I voiced a question that was on my mind. "Are all the flat chested women just waiting for a guy to get at them?"
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"If they're lucky," replied Veronica, "Some never do, and stay like that for a long time." She glanced up from the letter, "You'll not be falling out of demand," And her eyes fell back to the paper, reading in quick back and forth movements, "We're needed, let's go," she decided as she rolled up the letter and grabbed my hand. Suddenly we were dashing down streets and alleyways with reckless abandon. As we pushed our way through the crowd hurriedly, I could swear the natives were taking advantage, and we arrived at our destination with me sporting a fresh stiff pole.
We arrived back where we started the day, the family mansion. Veronica was pulling me vigorously right through the gates and into the house proper as the guards openly eyed me until I was out of sight. A few hallways later, we were just in front of a set of wooden double doors. Veronica marched up and threw open the door, revealing four shapes in various chairs, looking sad and barely reacting to our abrupt entrance. With them was a vixen that stood just inside the door.
The new vixen spoke, "These are the ones you were told about. The smaller ones are plainly dressed, as you can see, but the older seems to be a member of some sort of cult. They were found together, half starved and just about dehydrated several miles from the city while I was on patrol." While she was talking I took a moment to look over everyone.
The smaller ones wore little more than harnesses and collars. The larger seemed to have her entire body covered, which seemed strange compared to most of the females I had seen in this world. It was a black outfit mostly, except where it was white. Like a nun's habit, I thought after considering it, though there were some ornate symbols stitched on it that I was certain didn't come from any Earth religion I knew of. They were all different species. The little ones were squirrel, beaver, and a somewhat stocky oxen. The larger one was white furred with black rosettes, a snow leopard, I was fairly certain. All female, of course.
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Deciding to take the direct route, while Veronica and the scout vixen were discussing details, I walked up to the oxen and asked her, "What happened? Who are you?"
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She looked up at me with some fear and glanced quickly down before she started to talk, but it was too quiet. I crouched down beside her and asked again, straining to hear. "I'm Jaimie, that's Sandra, and Linda," she said, weakly pointing out the other smaller females before she nodded her head at the leopard, "She's Sister Phaeleen. We're all from Ireland, uh..." she started to trail off, and looked down harder.
Emboldened by her friend's talking, perhaps, the squirrel looked up at me. I moved over to hear what she had to add after giving the ox girl a gentle rub between the ears. "We're from an Asylum, on Earth, not from this strange place. The sister is a member of the Irish Magdalene Asylum. Are you here to help us, or hurt us?" she asked, her small ears rolled back.
I gave her a soft petting over the head as I considered this. "Uh, what year was it when you left?" I asked on a hunch. This place already broke a whole host of rules already, who's to say time was immune to its magic?
"1972," said the squirrel, "What time is it now?" I shrugged at her. I had no idea how they measured time here, but I knew Earth time well enough. Wasn't there a movie about that time, and nunneries, and.. Oh yea, The Magdalene Sisters, I remembered that. Those girls weren't very well treated at all. These girls didn't seem very well treated either. I went over to Veronica and shared what I had found.
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"A religious place where they repress females?" asked Veronica with a raised furry brow, "I'd heard rumor of such things but dismissed it for the ramblings of the mad. Are you certain they're from one of those?" she asked, crossing her arms under that gorgeous chest of hers.
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"Of course, I'm sure, the big one, Phaeleen is her name, is dressed up just like a nun. And the squirrel said that's where they came from."
Veronica led me away to the grand hall with a deep scowl on her face, marching directly to the Matriarch, she repeated what I had told her, but added, "We should get rid of the priest. She's evil. She'll bring nothing good for those other children."
The Matriarch simply nodded her head, "See to it. I trust you in this matter, Veronica, you have proven very wise in your decisions." And she dismissed us with a wave of her slender fingers. I was directed briskly back to the small room and Veronica stormed to the cat, slapping her across the face. That was one way to get someone's attention I supposed. The children squealed in dismay though and immediately bounced to their feet.
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"You're to die for abusing these pups," reported Veronica, "Have your final words with whatever diseased god you worship, I'll carry it out myself an hour from now." Wow, I'd never heard Veronica like that before. The children hadn't either, and started chattering all at once in a great din of concerned voices.
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"Calm down, calm down," said Veronica, waving a paw lightly at them, "You'll suffer no more at her hands." The oxen stepped forward as the other quieted.
"She didn't hurt us!" she exclaimed, stomping her hooves on the floor.
"She was helping us escape!" chimed the beaver.
"We'd all be dead, or still trapped there, if it wasn't for her," added the squirrel.
I scratched behind my neck, feeling a little guilty for creating the situation, and looked to Veronica for help. She sighed loudly and moved to settle in a seat, "Very well then, since you all feel like talking now, maybe someone would care to tell us what actually did happen?"
Phaeleen rose up to her feet then, and started ushering the children back to their chairs, despite their complaints. "I will tell the tale." Her voice was silken and smooth. It was the prettiest voice I'd heard so far. She walked up to Veronica and settled down to kneel in front of her, "We were all prisoners, of a different kind, of that foul place. I realized the error of my being there, and whisked them away from it. While we fled, a strange door of light opened in front of us, and we landed in this place, changed into beasts and animals." She put a hand over her right breast, "We were lost and confused. There were terrible monsters and food was hard to find. I thought I had gotten us all killed before we woke up, here."
Veronica looked past the kneeling snow leopard to the three children, "Is this true? Do not fear to tell me what really happened. I'll protect you from any harm." All three heads bobbed in almost unison as they chimed in their praises for Phaeleen. "Well that does change things doesn't it," sighed Veronica as she turned to look at the ranger, "Get them all cleaned up, and we'll introduce them all to the Matriarch at lunch." With that, she rose to her feet, grabbed me, and we left.
Cleaned and freshened, we later stepped into the main hall. I saw that lunch was not as busy a time there was dinner had been, or breakfast for that matter. Perhaps many of them eat outside the mansion during mid day meals. The new arrivals were there though, speaking to the Matriarch already. The children were, anyway. Phaeleen looked quiet and withdrawn. She seemed to find the floor by her feet to be the most interesting thing in the room, while the children were coming out of their shells with excited banter and rapid fire questions.
"I have decided," speaks the Matriarch in a loud voice that carried through the room, "that our new guests will be allowed to join the house, as asylum from their troubled pasts. They will be sworn into our ways and our family come tommorow, and be protected as one of our own." The three children cheered, and there was a round of polite applause. Phaeleen was still staring at her feet, trembling a little I saw as I stared at her.
"Can I talk to her?" I asked of Veronica in a whisper. She shrugged, "Sure, why not. She's not going to be killed anymore, may as well make her comfortable." She elbowed me roughly in the side, "You dog, starting to pick the females yourself now instead of waiting for them to come to you?" she asked with a toothy grin, her tail flicking.
I went hot in the face and shook my head vigorously, "It's not like that! She needs someone to talk to. I'll be back at the room later, ok?" And I fled from the leering gaze of the vixen to approach the shocked feline.
When I got close enough, I could see she was crying, tears staining the white and black of her snout as she silently sobbed. I wasn't used to dealing with crying women, but I was determined to give it my best shot. I reached for her and rubbed her shoulders lightly, "Come on, you don't need to stay here, let's talk about it." She mutely followed where I led, and we were soon in a private room to our own. The porter must have misunderstood my intentions though, as the room was dominated largely by a huge bed. I sighed at the thought of what a small room with such a huge bed would mean, and looked back at the cat.
She had a pretty face, and pretty eyes, when I could get her to look up at me, "It's ok, you're safe here, what's wrong?"
"My sinning's gotten me and those poor children turned into demons, a whole world of demons and monsters," she sputtered out between her tears. I held her gently, rocking her as I whispered in her ears.
"Not demons, people, just like humans. They may look a little different, but they have feelings, and morals. I mean, come on, Veronica was about to punish you when she though you were hurting those children. Is that what a demon would do?" I gently brushed away her tears with the tips of my fingers, trailing along the bottom of her snout in light caress. She smelled delightful, like a trace of vanilla and something else I couldn't identify. I had to smell more. I was becoming harder against her, though I didn't want to be. I was afraid it might scare her away, or just give her the wrong idea.
She noticed quickly, glancing down at the huge throbbing organ, then back up at me. "Are you saying that truly, or do you just want me?" she asks, "A tempting demon lusting after my unspoiled body." she curled on herself a little, "Even if I am an animal now, I still have vows to keep to God." I sighed and reached to scratch slowly behind her ears.
"I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. I'm just trying to help." As I petted and stroked her, I noticed her eyes darting towards my cock. It was dripping slow bits of fluid, refusing to be discouraged by all the heavy talking going on. She leaned closed to me, and suddenly flicked her tongue across the tip. I gasped and startled as she startled as well, both of us almost jumping from one another.
Her tongue ran out across her furry lips as she blinked, "You taste... good." she admitted in almost a whisper, her hands on her belly, "I'm so hungry, and you taste so good. You smell... so good." She dropped to all fours and scooted right up to me. Her hands reached out for my groin, one cupping my furry balls and rubbing slowly as the other directed the shaft for her parted lips, slipping me inside. I could feel her tongue working at me like a starving man working an icicle, driving me wild with lust and pleasure.
I wanted to say something, something reassuring, but I wasn't sure what to say while she was nestled between my thighs, sucking me like that. I settled for slowly petting her ears and neck, purring with my pleasure, letting the tension build as she bobbed up and down, slobbering and licking wildly. A wince come over me as she squeezed a little too hard, once, then settled into a comfortable milking motion. My sensitive dick didn't keep her waiting for long, exploding into her mouth in great blasts of rich seed that filled her mouth, and ran down the sides of her snout even as she struggled to swallow as much of it as she could. Her fur became shiny, regaining its lustre and she moaned mid swallow as her body trembled with pleasure. Riddled with lust, I grabbed for the habit that was blocking direct access to her ears and back of the neck and tore it free, throwing it to the side.
She rose up to meet me, letting my shaft bob back down, twitching but drained for the moment. We embraced firmly as she shuddered, starting to tear up again, "I've become nothing but a harlot and a tramp," she cried as she held tightly to me. I petted slowly down her back, cupping her firm rump as I nuzzled along her cheek.
"Life is different here. You don't have to hide your desires, from us, from God. You're free to be yourself. No one will ever tell you otherwise again," I assured her, bringing her to the bed to sit down. She pulled at the last moment, twisting, and I ended up on top of her, looking down into her pretty green eyes. She reached up and slowly pet along my sides as I started to feel randy again. I reached for her robes and started to tear them from her. My claws were very good at preforating cloth, and I was tearing strips clean from her rapidly exposed body, "You won't need this anymore. This is a symbol, uh, a symbol of your imprisonment, and now you're free." I said.