It was late afternoon when Frankie's car broke down. It wasn't entirely unexpected - it was a beater of a thing, probably twice Frankie's age and rusting apart at the seams. She was impressed that it got her as far as it did, which was precisely in the middle of nowhere, on a dirt road surrounded by pastures and wheat fields. There had to be someone around here with enough know-how to make this thing work again, she thought, or at least someone generous to give her a lift to the next town over. She’d go by tractor if she had to. So she grabbed her bag, locked the car (for all the good it would do), and set off down the road to the closest farmhouse.

After a lonely trek in the fading sun, she came across a long driveway that led to a farmstead that looked like it belonged on a postcard. It was two stories high and as wide as a barn, with a weather-vane atop the highest point. It had a large porch and windows everywhere, and it was surrounded by squat barns and towering grain silos. She wasn't afraid - she knew the rural folk had a reputation for kindness when dealing with kids like her who were down on their luck. 

Confidently, she knocked on the door and was greeted by a lapine man that stood head and shoulders above her. He was formally dressed in a white collared shirt and crisp black pants, held up by a pair of black suspenders. What little fur was showing was a rich reddish-brown, like brick. His ears hung down in front, long enough to neatly frame his weather-beaten face. The two stood in silence for a moment while a pair of younger lapine boys, both similarly dressed and looking to be in their early teens, peeked out from behind the door frame.

"Hello there," the man boomed in greeting, "What can I do for you?"

"M-my car broke down," Frankie replied, trying her best to look meek and unassuming, hiding in her red hoodie. "Can you give me a jump?"

The man raised an eyebrow and tried his best to subtly shoo his kids out of the way. "What's your name, child?"

Frankie suppressed a grimace. Even though she was barely a teenager, she hated being called a 'child'. "Frankie," she replied, having no reason to lie to the man just yet.

"Franklin," the man answered, as if correcting her. 

Frankie blinked. Franklin? She thought, really? But when she quickly considered it she decided not to correct him. With her flat chest, baggy clothes, and narrow frame she could easily pass as a younger boy. And that could work to her advantage.

"Franklin, my son," the man continued, "Are your parents with you?"

"No, I'm on my way to see my uncle," she lied, "My mom and dad know I'm out here."

“How did you get out this far?”

“I drove.”

Frankie’s answer seemed to trigger something in the old man. "You're far too young to be behind the wheel of one of those dangerous machines,” he scolded, “especially by yourself!"

"I have a hardship license," she lied again, interrupting him.

"That may be," the bunny man replied firmly, "but even so, the day is almost over and I'm not going to have you driving away in the dark on my conscience! We were just sitting down to dinner, why not break bread with us, stay for the night and we can get you on your way by morning?"

"He looks weird," one of the boys interjected, "do we have to let him in?

The man turned and glowered to his boys. "Now Abraham," he scolded, "Luke 24:13. Do you know it?"

The one named Abraham shuffled nervously. "Yeah!" he answered quickly. 

His father stood silently, waiting.

". . . but I forgot it," Abraham finally admitted.

"Then go and read it ten times over. Then you can share it with everyone when you lead the dinner prayer."

"But-"

"Do as your father tells you."

The command was final and left no room for interpretation. Humbled, the boy and his brother shuffled away, and the man opened the door to let Frankie in. Frankie tried her best to appear indecisive, but the man seemed very insistent. "I apologize for my boy's behavior," he offered, "My name is Moses Miller. That was my son Abraham, and his brother Samson. You'll be introduced to everyone soon enough. Now come," he insisted, showing Frankie inside, "sit."

The chihuahua cross was led into a massive room, apparently serving as kitchen, dining room, and living room all in one. There were half a dozen figures already seated at the table as many more circling like flies, setting plates and bringing side dishes.

All activity stopped as soon as Frankie stepped in. All eyes turned towards her, with expressions running the gamut from fascination to disgust. Frankie admittedly had a similar reaction. Everyone was so . . . plain, she thought. The girls wore long-sleeve dresses that reached down to their ankles, and their lapine ears were covered by white caps. Each boy was dressed exactly like their father, right down to the suspenders, even one that looked barely old enough to walk. All of their fur was dull and muted, with soft tones ranging from grey to blonde to auburn.

"This is Franklin," Moses announced, patting Frankie on the shoulder, "he ran into some car trouble and will be staying with us for the night."

Whispers could be heard from across the room.

"Look at his hair!"

"He's got bits of metal in his ears . . ."

"He drives a car, that's so cool!"

"Boys aren't supposed to have pink hair . . ."

"What is he wearing?"

"Look at his teeth!"

"Is that a sinner?"

"To remind us of our duty as hosts and servants of the Lord," Moses bellowed over the crowd, "Abraham will be giving a special reading at dinner tonight. I expect all of you to behave appropriately."

The whispers ceased, and the children slowly resumed their activities. A chair was pulled out beside the head of the table, and Frankie nodded and sat down, unsure of what else to do. Fortunately, dinner began shortly, heralded by a curvaceous lapine bringing a veritable cauldron of soup to the center of the table followed by a mountain of bread rolls. 

One by one, the seats were filled. Moses and his wife sat on opposite ends of the table, and Frankie counted ten kids between them. Judging by how round the mother was, there was at least one more on the way. 

"Allow me to introduce my family," Moses smiled warmly, "My wife, Joanna," he gestured to the end of the table. Joanna was a larger woman, with dark curly hair that had been passed on to at least half her children. "My daughter Jemimah," Moses continued as he moved clockwise and gestured to each child in turn, "my sons Ezra and Tobiah, my daughter Mary, my son Jonah, my daughters Ruth and Bernice, my son Isaac, and I believe you've already met Samson and Abraham."

They all looked fairly consecutive in age, with Jemimah already starting to blossom into womanhood while little Isaac was still in a high chair next to his mom.

"Now then," Moses continued, "Let us join hands in prayer, and listen to Abraham read from the Book."

Frankie watched as the whole table held hands, and reluctantly joined in, with Moses on her left and either Ezra or Jonah on her right - she couldn't tell them apart. While Abraham clumsily read a passage about a family unknowingly welcoming the messiah into their home, Frankie was sizing up the boys for potential late-night fun. Her gaze fell upon one of the boys sitting across from her. He looked . . . fragile, for lack of a better word, barely old enough to be in school, with sandy blonde fur lengthening to curls on his head and thinning around his face. Long whiskers brought out his pink lips and nose, and his blue eyes were highlighted by long, delicate eyelashes.

The rest of the evening passed slowly. Dinner was a filling corn chowder followed by apple pie for dessert. Both were delicious, although Frankie was used to having a little more meat on her plate. After dinner, the girls helped Joanna clean up while two of the older boys helped Moses set up a cot for Frankie. The other boys awkwardly played in the living room, trying to look like they weren't staring at the heavily-pierced stranger in their midst.

When the kids were ready to retire for the night, Frankie got a good look at the rest of the homestead. The master bedroom was to the right of the main entrance, with windows looking out onto the porch. It looked almost like a hotel room, Frankie thought, with large separate beds for Moses and Joanna, and a crib for Isaac nestled into the far corner. On the other side of the living room was a bathroom flanked by two identical bedrooms, with hand-made wooden plaques identifying the occupants. All the boys seemed to be here on the ground floor, with the room on the right reserved for Jonah, Samson, and Abraham, while Ezra and Tobiah shared the room on the left. The upper floor only covered the half of the house above the boys' bedrooms and looked almost identical to the main floor, with a small sitting room open to below, leading to a large bathroom flanked by two more bedrooms. All the sisters slept upstairs, with Bernice and Ruth on the left and Jemimah and Mary on the right.

"I've set up the spare bed with Ezra and Tobiah," Moses explained, "I hope that's alright. There isn't much space for a forth in the older boys' room. Besides, it will be good practice for them to share when Isaac moves into a big bed. There's also a large nightshirt on the bed for you, one of Samson's. I think he's about your size."

Frankie tried to look begrudgingly thankful. "Thank you," she mumbled, looking at the bedroom she'd been assigned. The room was decently sized, but with two beds and a cot crammed into it, it seemed very crowded. There was a large, curtain-less window directly across from the door, with the boys' beds set up against the walls on either side. To the left was another smaller window with Frankie's cot set up beneath it, almost blocking off the closet door. Decorations and playthings were sparse - there was a bookshelf, a chest filled with old-fashioned wooden toys, and a crucifix at the head of each of the boys' beds.

"First thing tomorrow we can get you to a phone to call your uncle and let him know you're safe with us," Moses continued, "then we'll see what we can do about your automobile. Just because we don't use them around here doesn't me we don't know how to fix'em, you know. And if it takes a little longer, you're welcome to stay with us for as long as you like."

"Thank you," Frankie repeated, "you're real nice, uh, you and your family."

Moses grinned and nodded. "That's how we do things 'round here."

The boys lined up for the bathroom to wash up while Joanna shepherded the girls upstairs to do the same. Frankie quietly changed into the donated nightgown while the others were busy. It was pure white, and draped down past her knees. It was heavier than expected and completely unflattering - Frankie felt like she was wearing a funeral shroud.

Under their father's watchful gaze, Ezra and Tobiah filed back into their room and Frankie finally got to see who she was being shacked up with. Her eyes lit up as she realized that Tobiah was the delicate-looking boy from across the table, now dressed in a similar white night shirt that hung down to his knees. Frankie couldn't figure out why the nightshirt made Tobiah look innocent and angelic while she felt like she was wearing a curtain. Tobiah was shorter and slightly rounder than his brother Ezra, who was older and slightly leaner, with darker fur and the same curly hair. Frankie imagined Tobiah to be the type to sit inside and read while Ezra would be out playing in the fields, learning how to ride horses or wrangle cattle. The two boys looked at Frankie, then questioningly at their father, who set them back in line with a glance.

"Tobiah, my son, would you read something from the prayer book tonight?" Moses phrased it like a question, but Frankie could already tell that there was only one answer. She wondered how the boy was able to read at his age, whether he was a quick learner or if he had just been steeped in liturgy and psalms for long enough that they began to come to him naturally. Tobiah grabbed a softcover book from the nightstand and began to mumble while Ezra kneeled at the foot of the bed and put his head down. Frankie did the same, not wanting to look further out of place than she already was.

"Louder, boy," Moses grumbled, "God can't hear you."

Frankie suppressed a scowl, finding herself instinctively taking the boy's side. She thought “God” was supposed to hear everything anyways, it shouldn’t have mattered to some almighty being how loudly someone was talking. Still, Tobiah found it within himself to pipe up, reading a short passage in a falsetto voice so unsteady Frankie thought it might break like glass at any moment.

"O Lord," Tobiah began slowly, sounding out the words as he went, "aw-waken in us a hunger . . . and thirst for you and your r-righteous . .ness. Teach us to act acc . . .according to your will, for you are our God.”

Frankie smiled. The lord had awoken a mighty thirst in her, all right, she just needed to wait until the right time to quench it. 

There was an awkward pause after Tobiah finished reading, as if Moses was expecting more. But the patriarch finally broke the silence with a sigh of "amen."

"Amen," Ezra and Frankie replied, not quite in unison.

Moses stood in the doorframe while the three of them climbed into bed, and then he turned out the light, closed the door, and left to corral the other boys into their rooms for the night. There were a few minutes of footsteps and more mumbled bedtime prayers before Frankie heard the loudest set of feet shuffle to the far side of the house, accompanied by a second set of footsteps headed down from upstairs.

Frankie could feel the discomfort in the air as the two boys shuffled and fumbled around under their covers, clearly uneasy about bunking with a stranger but afraid to speak up for fear of being disciplined. Frankie waited, biding her time silently until she heard one of the boys start to snore.

Slowly, the canine pulled down her musty sheets and looked around the room. It was surprisingly well-lit thanks to the cold moonlight streaming through the window, and Frankie could make out the lumpy shapes of both boys huddled under their blankets. She prowled across the floor and loomed over the youngest bunny boy's bed, taking a moment to relish the predatory sensation before slowly peeling back the blanket.

Tobiah was sound asleep, face-up with one arm beside his face. His mouth was open enough to see his little rabbit teeth peeking out from under his upper lip, and Frankie could see his chest rising and falling gently underneath his nightshirt. Slowly, she peeled up the heavy fabric and revealed his nakedness underneath. His boyhood looked just as soft, delicate, and small as the rest of him, and the big bad wolf licked her lips in anticipation.

Frankie gently dragged her tongue across the soft tip of Tobiah's foreskin and gently drew the head of his rod into her mouth, feeling it twitch. She held it in place for a moment, waiting to see if either of the boys would wake up, and then let the organ flop out of her mouth. She could see it was only slightly larger than it was before, and she could see the shimmer of her own saliva on it in the pale light. She gently pulled it between her lips again, this time slurping it down all the way to the base. She paused again for a reaction, and again heard only the soft breathing of the slumbering rabbit boy. She kept her lips wrapped tightly around the base, feeling his heartbeat in her jaws, and then ran her tongue slowly up and down the underside of his shaft. This seemed to elicit a reaction, and Tobiah stirred slightly, letting out a slow sigh.

Again, Frankie froze, unwilling to risk blowing her cover just yet. Thankfully the boy didn't roll over and she was able to keep his virgin member resting inside her jaws. She cradled it with her tongue, rubbing the underside back and forth, quietly as could be as Tobiah shuddered unconsciously beneath her. The canine stifled a grin, thinking of what he might have been dreaming about at that moment - was it erotic? frightening? confusing? She had no way of knowing, but she looked forward to prodding him about it tomorrow over breakfast.

When Tobiah's tool felt like it was hard as a rock, or at least as hard as it was going to get, Frankie gently pulled her lips away and stopped suckling. She let out a disappointed huff - he didn't look much bigger in the moonlight than he was before, she thought. The poor boy was apparently neither a grower nor a shower, but Frankie would take care of him anyways. She decided to give his little coin purse some attention too - she nuzzled it with her wet canine nose and grinned when he shuffled uncomfortably. She licked the base of his shaft, curling her tongue around it and watching it twitched in the open air. It only took a few more licks before little Tobiah grimaced and drew in a sharp breath as his member throbbed violently, dribbling a meagre drop or two of fluid that shimmered in the moonlight against Frankie's saliva. Despite the temptation to lick him clean, Frankie decided not to tidy up the mess she made. She didn't even pull his shirt back down, instead leaving him exposed. The more questions he had when he woke up, the better.

Her mission accomplished, Frankie slunk back to her cot and gently pulled the covers up over her body, grinning herself to sleep as she anticipated the discovery and confusion that would come with the morning.

A soft whisper roused Frankie from her slumber.

"Hey, hey," the voice insisted, and Frankie reluctantly rolled over to face the room. Kneeling on the floor at side of the cot was Ezra, legs spread wide and his nightshirt tucked under his chin. Frankie blinked and scanned the rabbit cub in the cold light. He was naked under his nightshirt and fully erect, with his velvety foreskin still covering the head of his member. Frankie blinked again, convinced she was dreaming.

"I saw what you did to Toby," Ezra whispered quietly, "Look, I can do it too!" The boy was grinning from ear to ear, his rabbit teeth poking down and almost touching his bottom lip. He was so innocent and happy, like he'd just discovered a new game. Frankie couldn't resist. She moved towards him and grabbed his shaft. It was spongy in her grip, and she could feel the hard, prepubescent girth underneath the soft, loose skin. Ezra giggled. Frankie pulled the boy's foreskin back and revealed the shining tip of his manhood. The temptation to just gobble him up was almost overwhelming. 

"You are rock hard," she praised, stroking him gently back and forth, "and so much bigger than your brother!"

"That tickles!" Ezra shivered, stifling another giggle as Frankie put a finger to her lips and crawled out of the cot and onto the floor, keeping the blanket wrapped around her for her own privacy

"Keep it down," she whispered as she lowered her head between his legs, "And don't tell anyone!" She knew even as she spoke that the boy was going to do the exact opposite of what she asked, but that was the point. He wouldn't be able to resist sharing this new game around with his brothers and sisters, and the idea would spread like wildfire in this sheltered, conservative house.

Frankie guided the slippery bare tip into her mouth and closed her lips gently around it. She felt it bounce and heard Ezra gasp at the sudden warmth around his sensitive, virgin member. She waited for a moment, letting the rabbit boy adjust to the new sensation, and then slowly started rolling her tongue back and forth, swirling it around the head of his shaft. 

Ezra opened his mouth soundlessly, shuffling on his knees until Frankie pulled her mouth away with a soft wet pop. "You've really never done this before?" she whispered.

Ezra shook his head.

Frankie rolled her eyes. "Family full'a prudes," she mumbled, "You gotta try it with your brothers," she insisted, "Or your sisters, or just by yourself!"

Before giving the boy a chance to respond, Frankie stuck out her canine tongue and lapped up at the underside of Ezra's balls, causing him to open his mouth in surprise, but Frankie put a finger to his mouth before he could gasp, reminding him to stay quiet. Ezra bit his lip with his long rodent teeth and squirmed, doing his best to remain composed but clearly overwhelmed by the new sensations.

"mmmf . . ." Ezra winced, shutting his eyes tight. Frankie could see his fists clench and his toes curl. It was as if his entire body was coiling like a spring. The big bad wolf gave his member a few more licks, and then suddenly stopped. The bunny waited for the girl to continue, opening one eye before slowly relaxing. "W-was that it?" he asked in a soft whisper.

"course not," Frankie answered with a grin. But you were getting pretty loud . . ."

"I was not!" Ezra insisted, his voice almost rising to a speaking level.

"Do you want me to keep going?" Frankie whispered, her mismatched eyes glinting in the moonlight.

Ezra nodded. 

"Are you sure?"

Ezra nodded again, quickly, hesitant to speak for fear of being disciplined. 

"Really sure?"

Ezra squirmed in frustration.

"Then ask me," Frankie commanded, reaching her own hand between her legs. She was enjoying this too much.

"Can we keep playing?" Ezra asked.

"Politely," Frankie ordered.

Ezra stifled a frustrated huff. "Please can we keep playing?"

"Quietly," Frankie demanded, leaning closer until their faces were almost touching. 

When Ezra opened his mouth to whisper, Frankie grabbed his head and silenced him with an aggressive, passionate kiss. He tried to wriggle away, but the attempt was halfhearted, and Frankie could tell he was caught between fear and curiosity - right where she wanted him. She held the embrace with her mouth, pushing her flat canine tongue into the lapine boy's inexperienced maw, and crawled up into his lap to straddle him on the floor of the bedroom. "Not a sound," she insisted, breaking the embrace and reaching down to push his slobbery member between her legs. She teased the tip of it with her lower lips, and then sat down on it, letting out a satisfied sigh as it sank in all the way to the base. Ezra was only a cub, but he still filled her just enough so that she felt comfortable without being stuffed.

Ezra was in shock, looking up at the ceiling, his mouth hanging open. If he was looking to his God for answers, Frankie thought, he wasn't going to find any. She lifted her hips up and down, feeling the cub's manhood slide against her sensitive birth canal. She was practised, experienced, and in total control of the situation, but Ezra was completely overwhelmed. He moved aimlessly, guided by instinct, panting and huffing, unsure how to move his arms or legs. Frankie gently but firmly just held him in place, perfectly content with doing all the work.

Eventually, Ezra managed to work his inexperienced body into a sort of rhythm, moving his hips along with Frankie, but he kept trying to speed it up. So, after a few moments of awkward humping, Frankie just let the rabbit cub take over. "Go ahead," She whispered into his ear while keeping her hips slightly raised, "Finish up!"

Ezra tried his best, pumping his virgin meat into Frankie as fast as it could go, the wet sloppy sounds threatening to wake up his brother if they weren't muffled by the blanket. When Frankie felt the boy was just about to burst she sat down on him again and smothered him with kisses to keep him from crying out. She could feel his arms reaching, hands grasping, pulling at the blanket, her hair, and her tail. Frankie could feel his phallus throb, and something warm and wet suddenly coating her insides and slowly dribbling out. Frankie wasn't worried about being knocked up, but she did grumble a little, not looking forward to cleaning the spunk out of her fur later.

When the bunny boy finally started to relax, Frankie loosened her grip and turned her attention to herself. Still sitting on Ezra's lap, she fished her fingers under the blankets and in between her legs, still making sure her own private parts were covered.

"W-what're you doing?" Ezra drawled, woozy with afterglow.

"Well, you finished," Frankie whispered, "Now it's my turn!" She swirled her fingers around her little pearl and dug in and around Ezra's softening shaft, grinning as it twitched every time she touched it. With her experience it took her that much longer to finish, but she knew her own body exceptionally well, and it didn't take long before she too was wincing in orgasm, clenching her folds around the lapine boy's semi-flaccid shaft, milking it for everything it was worth as more warm fluid soaked both of their laps.

"What's that . . .stuff?" Ezra asked quietly as Frankie slowly eased off of him, keeping the blanket wrapped around herself. "And why does it smell funny?"

"Don't worry about it," Frankie dismissed, not wanting to give the boy a lecture on bodily functions at this hour, "Now go to bed before your parents find out we were playing."

Ezra didn't need convincing. He was grinning from ear to ear, although he probably wouldn't have been able to explain why. He returned to his bed and drifted to sleep quickly while Frankie did the same, looking forward to the awkwardness that would ensue the next day.

When dawn broke, Frankie quickly looked around to see how her new roommates were reacting. Ezra looked tired and sheepish, continuing to glance over at both Frankie and his little brother. Tobiah seemed completely unaware, not even noticing the small stain on his nightshirt. Ezra tried to bait him with a question of "how'd you sleep?" but Ezra only replied with a mumble and a shrug.

Everyone shambled downstairs at their own pace, and Frankie realized she forgot just how crowded this house was. Breakfast was some sort of molasses pie, served with cups of black coffee and orange juice. Even the children got coffee, which struck Frankie as strange, but it made her feel more comfortable reaching for a cup. To her surprise, she found the bitter coffee balanced the sweet sugary pastry quite nicely.

"So," Moses boomed over the noise of clattering cutlery and chewing mouths, "How did everyone sleep?" He mentioned 'everyone' but his eyes were locked on Frankie, Ezra, and Tobiah.

"Very well," Frankie nodded politely, "thank you."

"We played a game!" Ezra proudly announced. Frankie paused mid-swallow.

". . .A game?" Moses inquired, trying to keep a veneer of casual conversation, "what kind of game?"

"We-"

"Cards," Frankie interrupted before Ezra had a chance to explain, "We played cards. I brought a deck with me" 

The table fell silent. There was a tense pause before Moses seemed to relax his shoulders. 

"We don't gamble in this house, Franklin," Moses declared, "As Timothy 6:10 states, the love of money is the root of many evils."

"We didn't use money," Ezra explained, trying to defend Frankie, "It was just a game!"

"I know," Moses replied, "But then it stops being a game and starts being a sin. And do you know what the Book says about chasing money?"

Ezra was silent. " . . .don't?" he eventually replied meekly.

Moses took a bite of pie and chewed, forcing Ezra to wait. "Matthew 6:24," he finally replied, "You can look it up after you help your sisters clean up the dishes."

Frankie stifled a sigh of relief. She managed to come up with an excuse that was better than admitting she stole Ezra and Tobiah's virginity but also bad enough that the rest of the family still thought Ezra did something worth looking guilty over.

While the plates were being cleared, Frankie quickly retreated to the bedroom to get changed back into her hoodie, and then followed Moses and his oldest son Samson into their station wagon to go boost Frankie's dead battery. She wished Ezra had come along too, if only so she could tease him some more. Moses did most of the work while Samson looked like he wanted to be literally anywhere else, and before long Frankie's ancient sedan chugged to life.

"Thank you so much," Frankie nodded, extending a hand, "Both for helping me out and for you and your family's hospitality."

Moses took the extended hand and shook vigorously. "You're welcome, son. You're welcome back here anytime. But maybe leave the cards at home next time."

"Promise," Frankie agreed, trying not to wince as Moses nearly crushed her hand. "I didn't know any better."

"Now you do," Moses replied, "and if you ever want to learn more, the church is just down the road. Or, just come back here. The boys and I are happy to share the Good Word any time."

Frankie nodded awkwardly. "I bet," she replied, pulling away from the handshake and slinking into the driver's seat.

"Take care," Moses called out after she pulled away, "and God bless!"

Frankie didn't hear him as she pulled away, spinning up dirt as she peeled down the gravel road. She didn't know exactly where she was going, only that she needed to find something - or someone - to fill a gnawing emptiness from her past. And even though she prickled at the Miller family's teachings, she wouldn't turn down the help of an all-powerful guiding force to help her on her journey.

"Eh, fuck it," she said to herself, "worth a shot. If you're out there, somewhere, show me a sign. A clue, a hint, something, anything to point me in the right direction." She looked down at her red hoodie for a moment, the only thing left to her from before her time in foster care, and didn't see the pig farm as she passed it by.