NAME: Vela Cyllene
PRONOUNS: he/him
HEIGHT: 5ft 8in
SPECIES: Felyne
Dedicated to his Diety, he may have strayed from the path a bit...
Vela is a slender pale-skinned catboy with long blonde hair and dark pink eyes. His fur is a peachy-pink colour that fades to a paler peach at the tips of his ears and tail. His nails are sharp like claws and his canines are fangs. The end of his nose feels like velvet, like a domestic cat's would. He wears his hair in a modest way, tying it back in a braid when in his clergy robes.
His clergy robes are made up of a long black sleeved tunic that has a slit to the thighs on either side. His belt is in a corset style to sinch in the robes around his waist. His stockings are held in place with belts around the thigh and are made of a very soft leather-like material. The boots reach his mid-calf and have a slight heel on them. He always wears his religious rosary, which has the symbol of his diety hanging from it.
Vela was an orphan given to the church by the orphanage in a nearby town. They were unable to take in any further children and so had to find unconventional homes for them with however would take them in. The Church of Asmo said they could take in one child, and a young Vela put himself forwards. He liked the idea of the quiet, secluded church away from the busy town, even if he didn't fully believe in any religion.
From this young age he was taught the practises of their church, trained to be a nun and made vows of chastity and loyalty as part of his role.
There will always be a time when vows and promises are hard to keep, and Vela found himself to be no exception to those feelings. He struggled with feelings of lust and desire, unable to act upon them due to his vows. He would often furiously masturbate in his private quarters, still not satisfied by himself.
An idea came to him one day when bathing the church's guard dog, Rosco. The large black dog had become excessively muddy after being given free time to play in the river, and it fell on Vela to clean it. During the bath, he noticed the dog become hard, its thick red cock peeking out from its sheeth, and Vela became overly curious. He stroked Rosco's cock, tentatively at first, but the wagging tail and happy pants kept encouraging him on. It came all over his hand, the knot even bigger in his hand than the shaft had been. Thankfully no one commented on the dog leaving the room with its cock still out, but it had awakened something in Vela.
On a day he was tasked with giving Rosco a longer walk around the church boundaries. Vela paused in a clearing within the trees, one that gave them enough space but was still sheltered from view. He teased Rosco to entice him, and then rolled onto his hands and knees. The dog didn't need much prompting and happily mated with him.
It was from that point that Vela was obsessed. In his mind, the vows he took didn't count for animals, only people, so he wasn't going against anything by 'mating' with a clearly pent up animal. He was helping! Right?
He continued his regular sexual encounters with Rosco, even expanding to other animals that either visited the church or were in the surrounding areas. Vela became less and less cautious the more he managed to get away with it, and the more insatiable he became. One of the other nuns managed to catch him in the act when quite clearly knotted to Rosco, who was unable to pull out of him.
To his surprise, the nun who found him came to the same conclusion he did. Vela was shocked, having admitted to himself that he was only really finding excuses to have sex with animals but already accepting that part of himself. Once Rosco was finished with him and managed to pull out, the other nun asked if she could 'borrow' the dog for herself. Of course Vela agreed.
This was the beginning of a shift within the church to being one more 'aligned with helping animals'.
After many many encounters, Vela found his robes fitting tighter than usual. He knew he couldn't have put on weight as his diet was very regulated, only after having an experience with morning sickness did he realise what it could be. He didn't believe he could be pregnant being male, but all of the signs were pointing towards it.
It was something that couldn't be hidden as it was becoming increasingly obvious his stomach was growing. His breasts grew heavy and even began to lactate. Other church members who had joined him in his sexual animal encounters were finding the same thing happening to them regardless of their gender.