Jesus Loves the little children
by BunnyCub

This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to Bunnycub
Warning the story contains consensual sexual encounters between an adult males and a male cub. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy
The red-bricked church was like any other in rural America. The Lords House of Communal Indulgence was a small-town church in every way, active in the community, with nearly everyone in town a member. It believed in its mission to spread the word and love to all men. This Sunday was like any other Father Jefferies stood at the lectern, the black and white collie dog looking smart as always in his spotless robes and white-collar. As always, he smiles down on his flock, a smile on his round face, as he speaks to them. He was not a fire and brimstone preacher. No, he's a man of love and kindness, wanting everyone to feel the love of God filling them up from their deepest point. After the sermon, he steps out from the lectern, his warm voice carrying throughout the room. 
"This Sunday is a special occasion." Again, he smiles, not noticing how about half his congregation slip from the pews. "Little Jeremy Turner is here for his first communion." The ladies in the flock chat quietly as they file off, heading for the basement stairs and the Sunday school lessons. "Now in other parishes, this isn't such a big occasion, but for us here, in this house, this isn't just a church; it's a family event, which does indeed make it special." The dog's tail wags gently as now it's just the men in the pews. He stares over to the boy seated in the first pew. "Are you ready, my son?" Sitting there in his Sunday best is a 6-year-old little rabbit. The black and white spotted bunny is dressed in dark gray slacks, a light blue button-up shirt, and a gray tie that matches the pants. The boy looks around, blue eyes glancing nervously back and forth before nodding. 
"yes, sir!"
The big dog just smiles and gestures for the boy to step forward. Off from each side comes the priest's assistants—a pair of 9-year-old twin lambs. Father Jefferies can't help but chuckle as these little lambs of God help him tend the flock. With his thick, soft white wool in tight dense curls around his face, Gabriel came to stand on his right with the chalice of wine, while Michael with his fluffy black wool in waves came to stand on his left with the bowl of wafers. The father takes a wafer and leans forward. 
"This is the body of our Lord."
The little bunny takes a deep breath and whispers: 
"I believe and receive." 
He opens his mouth, letting the wafer be placed on his tongue. Almost instantly, it dissolves, bubbling upon his tongue and filling his mouth with a sharp tingling sensation. There is almost nothing left to swallow, but Jeremy does. The silver goblet is placed in the big dog's right paw, but the priest doesn't speak as he tilts the cup towards the boy, the sweet-smelling red liquid sloshing just under his nose. Again, the boy takes a deep breath before speaking. "Thank you, my lord, for your precious blood." He leans in and drinks. It's not a sip though he fills his muzzle with the wine. It's sweet, and there is heat, a warmth that washes over his still tingling tongue and down his throat to settle into his belly.  

Father Jefferies smiles once more as the chalice is taken from his paw. His dutiful little lambs scurrying off to put away the tools. "You have partaken of the blood and body; now you need only partake of the holy spirit, my son." With a quick tug of his fingers, the priestly robes fall open, showing the father's member glistening with pre, already anticipating the next part, reddish pink, 7 inches tall with a pointed tip, and the chubby start of his knot building at the base. The older man breaths out, "Come my son partake of this sacrament." Jeremy gulps, staring at the father's glistening member. His belly feels warm, and his head is fuzzy. He feels like he should do what the priest wants but is unsure. He glances over his shoulder, seeing his dad in the first row. The big strong rabbit catches his eye and just nods his encouragement. The little bunny leans forward, ward one paw reaching out. He wraps his fingers around the base before leaning in, guiding the red tip towards his lips. The priest sighs as he feels first the hot breath then moist lips on his cock.

The boy is amateurish; they always are the first time but enthusiastic, and it only takes the gentlest of coaxing to get him to take more and more of the Lord's rod. The Dog places both paws on the boy's head, scratching the base of those ears as he gently pushes down, thrusting up into that warm wet, wanton muzzle. He tries not to moan; it would be unseemly here and now. He's not some lustful man fornicating. This is a holy duty and rite of passage for the boy that he is simply assisting in. He feels the tip of his cock grazing the back of the lad's throat as the little bunny gags briefly. He lets up the pressure some, letting the lad bob at his own pace as he bits his lip holding back to make it last.  

The little lambs are busy, too, while the father practices the sacrament. They move among the gathered flock, their uniforms drawing in appreciative stares. It's a simple affair. Michael was wearing a black top with white robes under it; however, a wedge-shaped cut was cut in the front and back. A triangle of fabric cut from the robes starting at the ankles and meeting at the waist. Letting the parishioners see the sheep's lacey garters holding the robes into place, the fine legs, their wool sheared to an inviting downy black fluff, immature sheath and jewels fuzzed like cotton balls, and that flagging tail inviting everyone to gaze on that soft pillowy bubble butt. The black sheep proceeding up the left side while his twin and inverse (white shirt with black robes to show off the creamy white thighs) work's the left. In the paws, the collection plate teems with donations as they pass the men. Most are fervent in their faith as they watch the holy father minister to the youth. Their members straining at their pants. It wouldn't be suitable for the flock to touch themselves here, so the lambs have some fun teasing them with hips, fingers, and tails brush the faithful as they collect the offerings. The boys also pretend not to notice the roaming hands, the strokes, and how some followers miss the collection plate, opting to fold their notes into the boy's garters. The lambs both shiver under the attention, their sheaths plumping up as they provide little vials with each donation in preparation for what's to come. 

Father Jefferies bites his lip as he bucks up into the cub's muzzle. Pushing deep now, paws holding the boy in place, the aerodynamic tip of his cock seemingly just the right shape to slide in with a minimum of gagging from the lad. He smiles out to his congregation as his balls are pressed into the little rabbit's chin. He pauses their strong paws holding the lad tight as he savors the tight warmth. He waits, eyes falling on a few of the younger boys in pews, their rapt attention as he lets off the pressure, some letting the boy pull back, someday soon they know it will be there, turn up here as part of the service. Just the thought of that godly duty is enough to tip the man towards the edge as he thrusts back into the boy. He can feel the buildup in his churning balls, the wave of pressure yearning for release in that tight throat that molds itself around him. "And the Lord said Suffer the children to... ahhh Ohhh... cum onto me!" It's not a shout but a loud breathy chant as he pours the sacrament of his blessed balls into the boy's hungry gullet. The cub suckles on the cock like he was born to it; he didn't know better; he might think Jeremy and his daddy had practiced this. As the priest's climax starts to die, he peels the little bunny off him sliding free with a plop, and Gabriel is there to catch the cub holding him there as he gasps for air. As his member spurts his last, the padre makes the sign over the boy letting his seed spatter over the cub in the four points.   

	The air is heavy in the church as the men look on with bated breath. Michael falls to his knees before the father calmly cleaning his staff with a cool, wet cloth and warm lips as his brother strips off the bunny's Sunday finery. Off comes the lad's shirt, the white sheep tugs down the slacks, casting them off before smiling at the for thought cub had in not wearing underwear. The rabbit's chubby little chubby also meets with the sheep's approval; Gabriel grips it by the base stroking slowly as he tugs the bunny by that leash over to the padded alter. He leans in, kissing the smaller boy gently, licking the seed from his lips before pushing him back onto the worn cushions made comfortable through years of use. The older priest stands at the altar, his still semi ridged cock resting on the pillows by the boy's head as he looks out at the yearning men. Michael and Gabriel flank the youngster patting his belly, stroking his cock while at the same time lifting his legs, presenting the bunny's ass to the group, his little winking pucker on display and ripe for the plucking. The father raises his arms out, gesturing to the crowd.
 "We have had the first communion of a new life, but the faith in our Lord is not shown just through the connection to his church but also to his relationship to his fellow man. Now I ask you who would like to join the lad in communion to come up here, bare your righteousness for him, press your holiness upon him, drive deep your faith, and fill him up with your belief in the Lord our God." The room is filled with a soft noise as most of the men stand, the sounds of belts being undone, flies being open, and pants hitting the floor, the universal chorus of the sermon. The other youngsters watch on as the men line up cocks in hand while the priest guides the bunny's father to the front. "There is no greater guide in life for a young man than his father. Are you ready and willing to take this young man down his path to righteousness?"   

Michael smiles up at the older rabbit, little paws covered in scented oils massaging the man's throbbing erection. Making sure he's slick and well-lubed for this next part.  The boy knows what the man's answer will be, it's always the same, and that's how it should be. "Yes, father," mummers the buck rabbit buck as he pulls away from the black sheep and lines upon his son's virginal anus. The boy looks up at him, his big blue eyes so trusting. His fingertips slide along the soft fur on the little buck's chest, stroking down his belly and sliding along before gripping the little bunny's hips. "I love you, son," he whispers before thrusting forward, in one quick thrust splitting the boy open, stretching him wide like never before. The little rabbit's cry of "DADDY!!!" echoes through the church as the man pauses there hunched forward, buried to the hilt in his child, just savoring the soft tightness that's squeezing down on him. "Ooh that's a good boy, such a good boy." the older buck leans down to kiss his son, tasting hints of the priest lingering there as he pulls back. 

The boy whimpers softly into his papa's kiss as he starts to feel empty inside that thick hunk of rabbit meat is drawn back. That empty hole in the pit of his stomach isn't left wanting for long though, the next thrust rocks him back onto his shoulders a bit, strong rabbit legs drive his papa in deep, the boy squeals a bit at the pace. His eyes water, and he felt gentle hands stroking his forehead. He hears father Jefferies humming about "Jesus loving the little children" as he wipes away the tears. The priest's thick cock rests on the pillow by the boy's head, and the smell is distractingly enticing even as his own father jackhammers deep into his soul. Bearing hungry, almost with predatory smiles, little Gabriel and Michael survey the line of supplicants. Their little lamb boners standing up proudly as they move up and down the line, soft little hands darting out, stroking a member here or there, priming the pump, so to speak, so that each man is ready for their turn.  

Jeremy moans loudly, his hot breath tickling the priest's member as the older man scritches the base of his ears. The boy's mind is awash in sensation. He was so scared at the start; the older boys had told him he could go to hell if he choked during the first half, and then if he made it past that, they told him how much the rest hurt. At first, it did, but the feeling of having his daddy filling him up is also oddly comforting. Feeling the burn as his taught tailhole is stretched around his father, making his papa feel happy, it makes him feel warm all over. It probably doesn't hurt that the cubs wobbling cock had been grinding into his father's belly, rubbing through that soft fur as the older man pummels his prostate like a heavy bag. The cub shudders as that warm sensation radiates through him. His mind floats away as unknown to him, his body clamps down on his father.  

The older rabbit is lost to sensation, grunting loudly, eyes glazed as he thrusts deep to the hilt; it's a hard deep fucking, a rhythmic pounding as the man drools. It's so much better than he thought. The boy still manages to catch him off guard, though, as his son judders through his first-ever dry cum.  The proud papa groans loudly as it feels like the cub's whole body contracts down around his cock. It's just too much for the older man who fills his tiny son with his fresh churned baby batter, the hot thick ropey seed splatters forth, coating every nook and cranny, and the man comes to a crashing halt. The tight young anus beneath h squeezing out every last drop like it's wringing a dishrag.    

Jeremy whimpers softly as he comes down off that high, feeling even fuller than before, and with a wet heat inside, he whimpers out an apology to all the possible brothers and sisters that had been given to him. He feels his daddy pulling back, now feeling an emptiness growing inside. It's an odd sensation, and as his father steps back fully withdrawing, he reaches out for the man whimpering a soft, "Daddy," as he begs him to come back, begs to be filled again, the boy just feels so hollow now. Michael kneels, his little delicate fingers spreading open that little bunny's freshly fucked hole. The thick white goop sliding into special channels in the altar made just to catch it as he probes a tender ass, making sure the boy is ready for another go. Behind him, he hears Gabriel readying the next parishioner; the lamb leans in his light licks, bringing a short sharp gasp as his tongue probes in, just wanting a taste of a father and son before sliding out of the way.   

Coach Wilkens was next; a Scotty dog with long stiff black fur steps forward. Unlike with the father, there is no hesitation in the teacher as he pushes in, and the boy moans. The cub's eyes roll back in his head. It's not Daddy, but he is full again, and that's still wonderful. The little bunny whimpers as the dog start to grind his way in, thrusting deep. The moan cuts off as the boy's lips find the priest's member again and, on his own, wraps his lips around the tip like a pacifier. The Collie doesn't react, though; he just keeps petting the little bunnies' ears. On and on it went, the little boy is filled and drained, again and again. Each man taking their own time, teachers, policemen, the local mailman, dogs, ponies, cats, and more all paying their respects to the boy communing with him and filling him with the spirit. Some are fast, some slow, some tender, and some were rough, but through it, all the boy just quivered and moaned into the priest's fleshy pacifier. 

Father Jefferies, for his part, just bit his lip as he prayed. The older man kept on edge the whole time. His aching nuts yearning to empty into that little bunny's muzzle again. he holds, though. There is nothing that says he can't, but it wouldn't be right at this juncture. Besides, if he didn't save something for his little lambs, they would be quite cross with him. Finally, the last of the parishioners, Rodger Morse, a Donkey who works as the county trash collector, finishes up, his rather prodigious girth nearly splitting the boy in two. He pulls himself free with a wet plop, and a torrent of white pours from the little bunny's backside. Gabriel and Michael slip behind the bunny and ease him up into a sitting position. They peer out over the gathered faces, the lamb's faces smeared with excess semen since the boys have been taking turns keeping the little bunny prepped between rounds. Little lambskin tongues working to keep the boy's ring loose and receptive. Michael leans down, opening a little cupboard in the altar; he pulls out a shallow dish. The dish is nearly full to brimming with the runoff from the communion. He hands it up to the priest.  

Father Jefferies smiles down at the boy as he takes the dish. His grin widens as the lamb starts to lick his lips; the boy's belly bust be fit to burst with his stolen bounty, but he still hungers for more. The boy's eyes focused on the bead of pre that was dribbling up from his cock. The priest just smiles and reminds himself to fuck the hell out of those two tonight. Jeremy wobbles a bit, the little bunny feeling kind of punch drunk, probably from the hour or so of straight pounding his ass had endured. He slides up into a sitting position, the lambs keeping him steady on the cushioned altar as his sore ring makes him hiss. 

The father leans forward, dipping two fingers into the shallow basin and stirring the thick off-white fluids. The two fingers scoop up a fairly large glob of the stuff, humming Jesus love the little children to himself; he paints a line over the boy's face. The thick spunk left a shiny matted snail trail, the two fingers gather another scoop trailing down the boy's face and muzzle finishing the cross, his fingers brush the lad's lips, making the boy moan instinctively and lean in to suck them clean. "Good lad, now here," he brings the rest of the dish up to the boy's lips, "Drink this... you don't have to swallow it all a mouth full will do but feel free to drink as much as you can." The rabbit parts his lips and moans softly again as the thick mass slides down his throat. The boy swallows once, twice... it was about halfway through his third gulp that the boy started to sputter and cough. The priest quickly lowers the dish, his other hand rubbing the cubs back.  

"There, there, boy, you did well." He smiles down at the little rabbit's cum splash face, his little eyes tearing up faintly from the coughing fit even as a coughed up a strand of jizz drips from his nose. "You did very well indeed." He sets the bowl down carefully before scooping up the little lad and ending the service. The priest walks down the aisle, handing the cub off to his waiting father before standing by the door. He smiles, shaking hands with the parishioners exchanging a kind word here and there, a word about distant relations, town business, and the like.  

The last one out the door was Mrs. Waits, a grey tabby, and her twin daughters. "A beautiful service as always, father. Also, could you pass on our fervent thanks to Sister Mary for her bible study classes?" The older cat's cheeks flush at the memories of the class and the feeling of the nun's tongue. "The girls and I were hoping she might come for dinner this week and a help with a private lesson." The dog just smiles as both adults ignore the sound of lapping coming from behind the priest. One of the boys decided to lick the dish clean, it seems. "I'll certainly send here your regards, Ma'am." there is a soft bleat interrupting the loud lapping now as the priest just knows something was slid inside someone else. As they are ushered out, one of the girls looks back, giggling. "Ask Sister Mary to bring the red leather one, sir, please... it's mommy's favorite" the priest smiles and nods to her.  

The big dog tuns around slowly to see Gabriel hunched over the dish, apparently having licked it clean. The little white lamb his ass in the air whimpering as his brother thrusts two fingers deep inside.  the black-furred sheep smiles up at the priest as he slows down a bit letting his brother mewl pathetically for more. "Father Jefferies, we did good, right?" The priest just nods, a twinkle in his eye. "We kept all those men ready for that bunny." He pulls his fingers from the little white lamb before both hands dive in, spreading his cheeks, showing a pristine anus winking at him. "See? Brother and I didn't get any dick today... I know it was all for Jeremy, but..." He pouts for a moment, "we need the grace of god too."

With a deep sigh, the priest flicks his robes open, revealing his erection throbbing and dripping with pre. "Little lips kept edging me throughout the evening. You brats aren't the only ones feeling needy." He pushes the black lamb to one side before sinking his cock deep into Gabriel's ass... it's one smooth motion made easier by the brother's prep, but still, the lamb bleats out as he's filled. The dog moans softly, feeling God's love wrapped around his cock, milking him. "Fetch the fortified communion wine and medicated wafers. If we all want to be satisfied, we'll need some help." With a giggle, the black sheep scurries off as, for the first time all day, the priest finally gets to let go. His hips pull back, and he pounds forward, driving deep into the lamb of God. He's heard some say that this is a sin, but he knows they are wrong. Clearly, little boys are made for fucking by God as a gift to his faithful. If it wasn't true, then it would feel so good, and his cock wouldn't fill up their sacred halls just right. He puts his back into it, hoping he can get the boy to cum before his brother gets back. And again, the priest starts to sing as he drives the little lamb into the pews" Jesus loves the little children..."