The dormitory was out of the question. If Sister Clare and Sister Mary were currently waiting in her cell with "muscle-relieving holy oil," stepping foot into that room would be an immediate, one-way ticket to a three-way marathon.
Desperate to lower her core temperature and completely freeze her demonic curse back into submission, Isabella bypassed her quarters entirely and fled down the damp stone steps leading to the communal washrooms.
The cold, she thought frantically, her boots skidding on the slick floor. The ice will kill the pheromones. It will shrink the sin.
She burst into the empty, cavernous stone shower room, pulled the heavy iron deadbolt shut, and frantically tore off her habit. She didn't care about comfort. She ripped the brass handle of the corner stall completely to the left, unleashing a brutal, piercing torrent of freezing well water directly over her head.
"A-A-Ahhh!" Isabella gasped, her teeth instantly chattering as the icy deluge hit her skin.
She slammed her forehead against the freezing stone wall of the stall, her knuckles white as she aggressively gripped her wooden rosary. Her body was violently shivering, but beneath the frozen spray, her massive, curse-endowed asset was still throbbing, radiating an unholy, stubborn heat that completely defied the elements.
"H-H-Holy Mary... M-Mother of God..." Isabella chanted frantically, her voice cracking and echoing off the wet tiles in a manic, hyperventilating rhythm. "P-Pray for us sinners... now and at the hour... of our... nhhh... our freezing deaths! Punish the flesh! S-Shrink the devil! Go away! Go down!"
She was so loud, so thoroughly focused on her self-inflicted baptism, that she completely missed the soft, clicking sound of a secondary door unlocking at the far end of the washroom.
Enter Tabbi.
Tabbi was the convent’s resident catkin cleaner, a sweet, naturally curious eighteen-year-old girl with a pair of fluffy, twitching calico ears and a long, striped tail that swished lazily behind her. She had been assigned to do the evening floor-scrubbing, entirely unaware that the senior nun was currently having a full-blown theological breakdown in stall number four.
Tabbi set her wooden mop bucket down with a soft splash, her fluffy ears instantly pinning back as a wild, erratic sound caught her attention.
"Deliver us from...e-evil! Break the rod! Freeze the staff!"
Tabbi blinked, her cat eyes widening in confusion. Is... is someone dying in there? she thought, her tail flicking with sudden anxiety. It sounded like Sister Isabella, but she sounded completely manic, mixed with heavy panting and the violent chattering of teeth.
"Sister Isabella?" Tabbi called out softly, stepping across the wet stone floor. Her soft, padded cat-kin feet made absolutely no sound as she approached the corner stall. "Are you okay in there? Do you have a fever?"
No response. Just more frantic, breathless chanting: "Purge the pressure... kill the heat... oh heavens, it’s still so hard..."
Genuinely worried that the most devout nun in the parish was having a medical emergency or a demonic possession, Tabbi crept right up to the stall. The wooden door was swollen from the moisture and slightly ajar. Tabbi reached out a trembling, clawed hand and gently pushed the door open.
"Sister Isabella, I brought some warm—"
Tabbi’s voice died in her throat. Her fluffy ears shot straight up, and her calico tail went completely rigid, puffing up to twice its normal size.
The cold water was cascading over Isabella’s pale, shivering shoulders, plastering her long hair to her face. But Tabbi wasn't looking at her face. Isabella’s hands were clamped flat against the stone wall, her hips arched back defensively, completely exposing the absolute, colossal monster of a curse standing straight at attention. It was glistening under the icy water, thick, pulsing, and radiating a massive, concentrated wave of sweet, hyper-potent succubus pheromones.
The heavy, intoxicating scent hit Tabbi’s sensitive cat nose like a physical blow.
"M-Mnyaaa..." Tabbi let out a tiny, high-pitched, helpless squeak, her jaw dropping as she got an absolute eyeful of the prize-winning "shepherd's staff."
Isabella froze. The manic chanting stopped. She slowly turned her head, her bloodshot, sleep-deprived eyes locking right onto the wide-eyed, blushing catkin who was staring directly at her crotch.
"T-Tabbi..." Isabella whispered in absolute horror.
Tabbi’s pupils dilated until her eyes were almost entirely black. Her calico tail began to swish with a sudden, wild, predatory rhythm against her legs. She dropped her mop, her hands trembling as she looked up into Isabella's terrified face, her feline instincts completely overriding her church training.
"Sister Isabella..." Tabbi whispered, a tiny, involuntary purr beginning to rumble deep in her chest. "That is... a very big mouse you're hiding in the water... and Tabbi really, really wants to catch it."
"Tabbi, no. Please. This is a house of—whoa!"
Isabella’s desperate attempt at a pious lecture was brutally cut short. In her frantic, backward scramble to evade the predatory glint in the catkin’s dilated pupils, her wet bootless foot found a slick patch of soap on the stone tiles.
Her legs flew out from under her. With a loud, ungraceful yell, Isabella went down hard, her bottom slamming against the wet floor of the shower stall. She ended up flat on her back, completely defenseless, with her knees parted and her colossal, curse-endowed secret pointing straight up at the ceiling like a lightning rod, glistening under the icy spray.
Tabbi didn't hesitate for a single second. The sight of the "mouse" tossed helplessly onto its back triggered every single feline hunting instinct in her feline DNA.
With a wild, breathless "Mnyaaa!" the catkin pounced.
She dropped to her knees between Isabella’s thighs, her hands pinning Isabella’s hips to the wet floor with surprising, claw-tipped strength. Tabbi didn't tease, she didn't hesitate, and she certainly didn't play fair. She leaned right over the pulsing, furnace-hot shaft, opened her jaw wide, and completely swallowed the 'mouse' whole, taking the entire colossal girth deep into her throat until her lips pressed firmly against the very base of the curse.
Isabella’s soul instantly left her body.
"M—MMGH!" Isabella choked out, her back arching so violently off the wet stone floor that her shoulder blades barely touched the tiles.
Tabbi’s eyes instantly stretched to the size of dinner plates. The sheer, impossible size of what she had just locked down stretched her cheeks to their absolute limits, her calico ears pinning flat against her head in sheer shock at the prize she had caught. But instead of pulling back, the intoxicating, sweet succubus pheromones fried the catkin's brain.
A deep, heavy, and intensely powerful purr began to rumble from the depths of Tabbi’s chest.
Because her throat was locked tight around the entire length of the staff, the physical vibration of that purr didn't escape her mouth. Instead, the intense, motor-like humming resonated directly into the flesh of Isabella’s curse.
It was a weaponized sensation. The rapid, deep feline vibrations rippled up the shaft, multiplying the nerve endings' sensitivity by a thousand. It felt like an electric current of pure, unadulterated ecstasy was being pumped directly from Tabbi’s throat straight into Isabella’s brain.
"Oh—Oh heavens! The rattling! The rattling!" Isabella wailed, her hands flying out to grip Tabbi’s fluffy calico ears for dear life as her hips gave a frantic, helpless buck against the floor. "Stop purring! Please, it’s vibrating! It’s vibrating my entire spirit! Aaah! "
Tabbi only purred louder, thoroughly pleased with her catch. Her long, striped tail whipped through the air in absolute triumph as she began to bob her head in a tight, demanding rhythm, her throat maintaining that intense, vibrating hum the entire time.
The icy well water continued to pour down on them, but it was entirely useless. The shower stall had officially become a den of absolute feline gluttony, and Isabella was entirely at the mercy of the best cleaner in the convent.