Someone to the Rescue?

Just as Camilla really starts to appreciate the way the catgirl is using her, a fist bonks the feline on its head. The catgirl turns around to let out a hiss, but the hand reaches up and lifts the chiseled feline up and off the violated nun.

"Geez! I know those habits and charms nuns wear keep you permanently in limbo between alpha and beta, but I've seen gutter sluts less happy to be stuffed with cock that you were lookin' a second ago." A really annoying voice taunts the sprawled out nun.

Getting to her feet, Camilla dusts the dirt off her habits. "Terry you jerk! You know it's the duty of the Sisterhood of the Flowstream to share their resolve with the world, even if it is with a lowly beast." She scolds, prompting a hiss from the catgirl she insulted.

"Oh I know. It's why I'm out here everyday. Who needs a Cultivation Vessel when there are so many willing bitches eager to spread their legs!" Terry says. Dressed in a simple leather knight's tunic, it's obvious she is a squire to even the casual observer.

"If you keep carousing with nuns all day, you'll never advance to the Third Condensation Layer and become a full knight!" Camilla warns her, prompting a chuckle from the squire's throat.

"Believe me, I know. My captain gives me an earful every time I come out here, but it hardly matters. I told you before, you will be my first Cultivation Vessel." Terry says, before tossing the catgirl away. With a hiss, the blue balled tabby goes to find another nun to unload in.

"You keep saying that, but every time you come around I see you balls deep in another nun." Camilla interjects. "Besides, I don't see what's so special about me. There are plenty of girls prettier than me."

"Sure, there are plenty of sluts who are prettier than you, with bigger tits and asses, who ooze sex appeal like sweat down a boar's nuts; but you were the one who always healed my cuts and scrapes as a kid!" The squire counters, insulting the poor nun to her face.

"That wasn't even me, you jerk! That was Sister Dorothy! She's literally twice our age!" Camilla practically yells, incredulous at the stream of tactless insults pouring from the squire's mouth.

"Oh! Right. Now she has great tits! She could smother a behemoth with those things!" The squire says, recalling those breasts fondly. "But you were always there crying when I got hurt."

"Wrong again, moron! That was Sarah. I was the one scolding you for being such a reckless blockhead." She finally unleashes her temper, resorting to name calling. However, this causes a smile to break Terry's face.

"There we go. That's the Camilla I know. I prefer you like this than sad and mopey." The squire says. She may fool around with the other nuns, but she always has eyes for Camilla.

"Have you been spying on me again? Urrrg! I have not been mopey!" The nun insists, folding her hands over her bosom.

"Sure you have. You're just dying to go out there and find out what happened to your beta mother." The squire says, causing an annoyed expression from the nun.

"You cheeky little... I should never have told you about that as kids. Look, even if I wanted to go find her, I swore an oath to the sisterhood. I can never be a Cultivation Vessel." Camilla insists.

"What if I told you there was a way to become a proper Mystic Artist without violating your vows?" The squire suggests. This causes the nun to look at her slackjawed.

"Wh-what do you mean! N-no we can't. It is our duty to stay at monastery and pass along Resolve to those that require it." The nun says, clutching the amber keepsake from her mother. "There's no way I'd be able to collect enough Resolve to even advance to the first layer!"

"Sure. That is your sisterhood's mission now, but one hundred years ago your sisterhood was a diocese of the Phallic Church." Terry informs her.

"I know that! My namesake, Saint Camilla, grew tired of the endless conflicts and broke off the main church and created a new denomination." She lectures, unable believe Terry actually thinks she knows more about the sisterhood than a nun in service of the sisterhood.

"Right. But she never formally cut ties with the Phallic Church, which means your parish still falls under the purview of the main church." Terry explains. "That means your vows to the Sisterhood is superseded by your vows to the Church. That means you wouldn't be violating your oath by transferring parishes and becoming a Mystic Artist of the Phallic Church."

Camilla's jaw drops in awe. Is Terry right? Can she become a Mystic Artist without violating her oath? If she could, she would finally be able to go out to search for her mom. It's a lot to take in.