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Father Tulley was out of options. In its prime, his little church sported a full congregation of hundreds on Easter Sunday. It was always a most blessed day, with a full tithe bag and active members who gave raucous 'Amen's, solemn silences, and joyful singing to accompany the many hymns praising the Lord above and his Son's glorious resurrection.

Now, though, the now 50-year-old priest would be lucky to get thirty churchgoers for tomorrow's Easter sermon, as younger generations were more secular than ever while older god-fearing folk flocked to megachurches that preached hate and persecution over love and tolerance. It was a sad state of affairs. It wasn't just that Tulley missed the jubilant crowds and—loathe as he was to admit—their financial offerings, but that this lack of enthusiasm for the church represented a much feared demographic shift in the country as a whole. The small, humble church as it previously existed was now dying, and soon Tulley's house of worship would just be another statistic to mark the shifting tide.

Still, Tulley practiced his sermon for the empty pews on this late night Easter eve, as it was all he could do to keep his heart open to the Lord in these troubled times. He wouldn't be practicing for long, however, as a plucky young man in his twenties wearing clerical cloth barged into the building with a worried step.

“Father! Father Tulley!” It was Brother Kyle, Tulley's only underling to assist him in the church during these dark days. The boy was certainly committed to the mission, performing community outreach to bring more newcomers to the congregation, but he had a nervous desperation to him, one that made him less than sociable for recruiting people to worship.

“Yes, Brother Kyle, what is it?” Tulley responded flatly, already exhausted with his frantic tone.

“I-I heard a noise by the fence in the back. I think it's those hooligans from the other day! They're always getting up to nonsense any time there's a church holiday, and if last Ash Wednesday was anything to go by—”

“Kyle, no need to get your robes in a bunch. I'm sure whatever they're up to, it couldn't hurt our attendance numbers any further. We're barely holding on, as is.”

Brother Kyle frowned at the resignation his superior was already displaying. “But Father, Easter is the most important of all the Lord's days. If we don't put our foot down on this of all times, what does that say about our worship?”

“They're just kids, Brother. Poor kids who have nothing else to do. They're not going to hell simply for spraying some paint on our walls, and we're not going to heaven for calling the cops on them. Besides, it's probably not even them, just some vermin that burrowed past the chain link.”

Brother Kyle sighed. “I apologize, Father. I must be exhausted from all the programs I've been attending lately.”

“Worry not, Kyle. Here, no need to drive all those miles back home while you're so highstrung. You can stay in the guest room of my clergy house.”

“Oh, but Father—”

“I insist, Brother. Get some rest. Tomorrow's a most important day, as you said.”

Kyle hung his head down, knowing he was right. “Th-Thank you, Father. I'll... I'll just wash my cloth before bed. You don't mind if I use your shower, do you?”

“Not at all. Good night, Kyle.”

“Good night, Tulley.” With a humble bow, Kyle turned around and left the premises, leaving the Father alone in the cavernous church once more. The silence seemed to taunt him, mocking him for even trying to make this sermon worth listening to. It wasn't like they were actually listening. Even with his oratory flair, today's churchgoers mainly went for a nice place to rest their eyes and zone out, a reprieve from the drudgery of their workaday routine. It's not like their lives were changed by his words, or that they ever stopped to consider not committing a sin because they watched him speak for an hour or two.

Why did he bother...?

Completely defeated, Tulley stepped down from the podium, turned off the lights, and returned to his clergy house too.

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The clergy house was spare and modest, exactly what one would expect from the residence of a priest. Tulley stepped into his brown living room, hearing the telltale hiss of the shower water coming from his bathroom. The Father was already tired just hearing Kyle hum to himself through the restroom door. Tulley shook his head and pressed his fingers to his temples. He needed to think. He needed... He needed to pray.

With the light of the pale moon shining from his window, Tulley knelt by the glass, clasped his hands, and shut his eyes, drowning out all external distraction so he may speak directly to the Lord. “O Heavenly Father... I am a most selfish priest. But not without reason, My Lord. I just know our congregation will shrink to such a point that in one year we'll have to shut down. I normally wouldn't mind a small, humble attendance were it not for the incentives that kept us afloat, not to mention the increasing the godlessness of this world. The youth believe in You less and less and instead worship strangers on their phones! Even my fellow priests now choose to preach in garish palaces of opulence, just one step removed from replacing your visage with that of a golden calf!

“I know I am not your most perfect or successful preacher, O Lord. But I have given my life for you, same as any other. And the realities of our world, that of reliance on tithes and attendance and numbers upon numbers on top of numbers... I sometimes wonder whether my mission was already corrupted from the start... I'm not asking for much. I know my time is nearly up. I just want one good sermon, one that will change the hearts of my listeners and open them up to a more holy way of living. But to do so, I need your help, O Father. Please, if you're truly up there, give me a sign! Remind me what Easter truly means, so I may preach it to the mountains! Send unto me your Gospel, that I may share it with all who must hear!”

Deep in his heart, Tulley knew he wouldn't get a response. This was a classic crisis of faith, and it was selfish to pray to Him for miracles to wave your problems away in an instant. He would have to do the hard work of rebuilding his faith, his love for preaching. But that didn't make the silence that answered him any less painful—

BUMP! BUMP! The Father jolted as a small shape seemed to bump repeatedly against the glass of his window like the frantic knocking of a door. He turned around and could still hear Kyle humming in the shower, meaning it wasn't him. Could this... Could this be God answering his prayer, giving him the sign he needed to keep going? Tulley quickly stood up and opened the window, sticking his head out to see what had knocked on his window.

He looked down and saw a white rabbit hop up from the grass outside and onto the rim of the window. The Father sighed, realizing his hopes were in vain. God, how pathetic he was, so desperate for a sign that he thought this rodent was the answer to his prayers. With a resigned sigh, Tulley gently picked the rabbit up and held it in his arms.

“Oh, poor thing. You must be what made the noise that spooked Brother Kyle. How troubled I must be to see in you a sign from God. My apologies...”

The rabbit looked up at the priest and... smiled at him. Smiled with facial muscles it shouldn't have. “No need to be sorry, Padre. I just thought I'd let myself in.”

“GAH!” The priest dropped the rabbit in a fit of fright, not even seeing as the animal grew in size and stretched its proportions, landing on its large feet and standing over Tulley in a humanoid form, sculpted with defined musculature and a bare naked cock hanging from its groin. It could have been mistaken for a human were it not for its enormous rabbit's feet, the wiggling nose and whiskers at the end of its modest muzzle, and the long ears that stood atop its head, all coated in a layer of white fur. The rabbit grinned lecherously at the priest, taunting him with his visage. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Dear God!” Tulley exclaimed. “Wh-What are you?!”

“C'mon, Padre. Is that any way to greet me?” the rabbit teased with a snarky, devil-may-care tone. “I did hear your little ditty back there, and by the gods, I'd be terrible at my job if I didn't answer the call.”

“You... You heard me?” Father asked in total disbelief.

“Hell, who couldn't, you were just pouring your guts out, man. Oh, can I not say 'hell'? Ahhh, whatevs, not like hell exists. Not in the way you perceive it, anyway.”

Tulley couldn't even respond, jaw agape with a mix of terror and awe at the naked creature standing before him. The rabbit merely smirked. He always loved the humans' first reactions to his presence.

“Alright, I can see we're not getting anywhere with this rigmarole, so I'll cut to the chase. No, I am not the god you prayed to, but I am a god, and I revealed myself to you because you show promise. I think that's the best deal any religious type can get.”

“That... That's impossible. There is only one God! If you are standing and speaking before me, then it must be by His will and His alone.”

The rabbit shrugged. “Eh. Whatever floats your boat.” He grinned with his buck teeth and leaned on the windowsill, his waist jutting out and bouncing his sturdy meat tool up and down. The priest flinched at the sight.

“Whatever you are, please cover yourself!”

“Why should I? I'm a rabbit, dude. Isn't that part of your whole deal? Y'know, 'Man ate the forbidden fruit and grew ashamed of their nakedness, while all the rest of God's creatures pranced along in the nude for the rest of time?”

“You're clearly not just a rabbit! The rules don't apply!”

“Tch. Nailed it one, Padre. I'm not just a simple wittle wabbit. Nah, I'm the rabbit. And just as you asked, I've come to instill upon you the true meaning of this fine holiday.”

“What... What are you talking about?”

“Oh, sorry, have I not introduced myself? First name, Easter. Last name, Bunny. But you can just call me E.B. for short.”

Father Tulley's face sunk into absolute despair, the smug rabbit's smile not so much as faltering after saying such a ridiculous claim.. “This is a sick joke. Either that or I've finally lost my mind— OW!”

E.B. kicked the human's leg with his large thumper of a foot. “Whoops. That's one theory out the window. Oh, and before you ask whether this is merely a costume or not, allow me to demonstrate—”

With one fluid motion, the rabbit stepped forward and leaned in to kiss the priest's lips, sticking his tongue into the human's mouth and massaging the inside of his cheeks with its slimy flesh. Everything in Tulley's mind told him to retch in disgust, but something strange happened. The second the rabbit's tongue touched his, a warmth shot through his body. It felt like a million latent nerve endings woke up at once, tingling with electricity. The feeling was so overwhelming that his mental faculties dulled, unable to fully focus while his body thrummed with unknown sensation. He could hardly process the fact that this rabbit man, this male creature, had just kissed him.

E.B. eventually let go of the Tulley's lips, fully aware of what he was doing to the human and smiling lustfully at his current prospect. “See? Costume can't do that, could it?”

“N... No, it... It couldn't...” The priest stumbled with his words, trying to think, as if something was on the tip of his tongue, that he was on the verge of realizing something was wrong, but he couldn't point his finger on what. E.B. confidently leaned back against the windowsill, letting his cock hang free once again.

“So, where were we? Ah, yes, the true meaning of Easter. See, your sermon is missing some key information on the true meaning of this fine holiday.”

“It... It is...?” was all Tulley's mind muster, head swimming with invasive new chemicals and pheromones.

“Hoo yeah. Sure, there's the whole resurrect from the cross thing, no one's saying otherwise. But there's more than one meaning and more than one god that you single-minded humans are taking in. See, Easter's all about Spring itself. Rejuvenation, new life, rebirth! In that sense, I may as well be the God of Spring.

“Wh... What are you implying??”

“C'mon, Padre, you've taken basic biology, yeah? Spring is when all the woodland creatures come out of hibernation to begin mating and breeding, and Easter is when all God's little creatures come together to rut themselves silly. I oversee such matters as the God of Spring, and frankly, I'm tired of seeing Jeezy C. take all the credit for the importance of this day. So, I'm looking to branch out and teach you humans all about what Easter truly means, and you, my good Padre, seem like the perfect gal for the job.”

Tulley shook his head, trying to wave away the cobwebs from his mind. “What are you talking about? And 'gal'? I'm not a... a...”

“Oh, yeah, I'm getting ahead of myself. See, as a god of spring, I got illegitimate cubs all around the world. Millions of them, in fact. It's just what I do. And even when I haven't visited them in years, they still take time to worship me, because they know they wouldn't be here without my overseeing the mating of the world. My most loyal followers are very special to me, and I reward them greatly for their continued worship. But it's been millions of years now, and I think it's about time I expand my domain, and you humans look like you could use the Good Word of E.B. to guide you to a whole new way of life.”

“I... I don't understand... Why me? Why us?”

“Well, you gotta start small, Padre. And you were just the perfect candidate for me. So virtuous and devoted to your cause, but with those little tiny seeds of corruption lying dormant in your soul.”

“Corruption? Me??”

“C'mooon, it's me! You can admit it. How deep down you're jealous of all the money those megachurch preachers rake in. How you miss having a large following listening to your every word. I mean seriously, my guy, you need a shrink or something. You rail on and on about all the ills of the world sabotaging your church without getting to the root problem: you, Padre. You're stuck behind the times, my man. You wanna connect to a new slew of followers, you gotta speak in a language they understand.”

Tulley tilted his head, confused by the rabbit's message and unaware of the subtle flattening of his own nose. “And what's... What's that, E.B.?”

E.B. made a lustful grin. “I'm glad you asked, Padre.” He stepped forward, dangerously close to the priest, fur brushing and tickling the bare skin of his face. “See, now that I'm branching out to the human realm, I'm gonna need some preachers to spread my good word. Of course, my worshipers are a little different from your god's. I suppose in your world, you'd call them a harem of sorts. The more of your kind joins my harem, the more my power over them will grow, and the more they will feel my overflowing love... But I can't spread my message of love and passion by my lonesome. I'll need people like you, skilled orators who can attract a crowd, to help spread my gospel through words rather than touch. And fear not. My disciples are rewarded very... very generously.” The rabbit grabbed at his own junk, wrapping his paw around the thick circumference of it to show off how big and hefty it was. Such a filthy gesture momentarily disgusted the priest out of his trance.

“I would do no such thing!” Tulley shouted in a rare instance of lucidity. “Everything about you is... wrong! And even if it weren't, I would never forsake the will of God! Especially for a heretical creature such as you!”

“Aww, so pious, Padre. So dedicated. That's exactly the attitude I need. You will make for a very obedient little mouthpiece.”

A pulse rang across Tulley's brain like a bell at that word. Obedient, as if it was less a promise and more a descriptor of who he was now. Except, that wasn't true... wasn't it? Sure, he was devoted to the Lord, but never to heretics! He always fashioned himself as one of the Good worshipers, especially compared to the increasing number of preachers that had a political agenda. So how was... ngh, how was this creature twisting his love for his own ends, and why was it affecting him ever so slightly?

“What... What are you doing to me...?”

“Ah, I'm not doing anything.” The rabbit let go of Tulley's junk and circled the around the priest like a predator would its prey. “See, deep down, men like you want to worship, to swear fealty. You've just been doing it for the wrong guy. But now that you've seen me walk and talk, your idea of what god even is has begun to... shift, I suppose. And you are such a devout disciple, you can't just not follow a god, especially when the real deal introduces himself.”

“You are no god! You're a trick of the devil! A temptation!”

“Mmm, that's true. I am a temptation. I suppose in your view, I'm sort of a god of temptations.” E.B. ran the fuzzy digits of his paw over the Father's cloth and skin, tickling and teasing his nerves like one would a pet. “The temptation to rut all day and breed all night. The temptation to forego thought and reason in favor of pure need...”

“Ooohhh...” Tulley shuddered, the creature's words assaulting his mind while its touch attacked his body, sending electric thrums traveling from his neck or arm down into his groin.

“But see, that descriptor, 'temptation', only applies to you humans. For the rest of us creatures, it is merely natural. We have no shame in our bodies because we haven't ate of the forbidden fruit. We are merely beings of pure nature, and what's so wrong with our inner nature? It was created by this One God you so worship, isn't it? Why deny the gifts your god gave you?”

“Why...” The priest swayed in place, confused and dulled by the sensory miasma penetrating his thoughts. Somehow the rabbit circling him seemed... bigger. Stronger. More... important. “Ahhnnn... What makes you think... I want to worship the likes of you?”

“Because I get you, Padre. See, most gods are all about love and peace and abstract things, and that's all well and good for them. I like to offer my followers something more... Tangible. Real. Carnal and base. A chance to feel as much as believe. A chance to participate alongside their worship.”

“Mmff...” The words dripped into Father Tulley's ears like chocolate and honey. He knew it was bad for him, too sweet, too corruptive, so smooth... yet he couldn't lie to himself: he hadn't felt this good his entire life. Still, a part of him resisted. No matter how good it felt, no matter the sensations he had long kept at bay that were now swimming in his brain chemistry, the fact of the matter remained that this was just plain wrong! “I... I would never steer good folk toward a figure who likens his followers to a harem!”

“Ooohh, harem, such a naughty concept!" E.B. whined in a mocking tone. "Sure, naughty for you humans. But that's the beauty of my gift. I do not just offer sensation. I offer transcendence.”

“Transcendence?... From what?”

“From original sin. From earthly shame.... From humanity itself.”

“No... You can't be...” That's when Tulley finally noticed it. In the periphery of his vision. A bump protruding from his head. No, not a bump, not an extension... but the very edges of his own face, stretched into an ungodly proportion. The human priest shook in his robe. “This... This isn't...” But it was. Pain hit his shoes, his very feet straining within the soles as they seemed to stretch and widen, trying to burst out of their restraints. Tulley held his own stomach, feeling his insides rearrange, only instead of being painful, it was rather... pleasurable. Dangerously pleasurable. The celibate virgin felt his cock twitch on its own, without any stimulation but the caramel voice that had spoke to him with promises of transcendence.

“Mmm, you're coming along nicely, Padre,” E.B. teased, leering at the human's changing body. “See, there are some things we lowly creatures who didn't partake from the tree of knowledge have that enhances the pleasure of a good old-fashioned rut. Things like nice, long muzzles with big boopers for noses, perfect for kissing and sucking things down. Soft fur coats that make physical connection warm and cuddly. Meaty paws that can take more flesh than your puny flesh-bappers ever could. Everything about the forms I offer only makes mating better, almost as if we're made for it. And soon, so will you.”

“This isn't... It can't be...” Tulley stammered in a wide-eyed terror, made all the more terrifying by how thoroughly enjoyable it felt! E.B. chuckled. He hadn't gotten a fighter like this in so long. All the more proof that the priest was a perfect vessel for his message.

“You feel that? That's the real meaning of Easter you've got burning in your loins. That all-consuming drive to mate and be mated. Ahh, ain't nothing like it, Padre.”

“Sh-Shut up!” the priest cursed. “This is witchcraft! Why would I ever want to... want to mate... to... breed...” Tulley covered his own mouth after he heard what he just said. Why did he say it like that? It was like the fog in his mind was excising all that was holy and replacing it with something filthy and degenerate. What he didn't know was that these were his new instincts, telling him it was his duty to rut and be bred on Easter. After all, why would God make something so terrible feel so good?

The two sides of his psyche went at war with each other. He devoted himself to worship, vowing himself to celibacy when he donned the cloth. Yet that left him woefully uninformed on much of the human experience he was tasked with speaking on as an authority for his followers. Sex was... was a natural part of life, after all, right? Yeah, of course it was! Would God hate him so if he treated the body he was given with the love and the tools God provided? Then why did it feel so... wrong? The priest held his head, the pressure practically cooking his brain cells. It was all so... confusing!

“Aww, is the poor old Padre torn?” E.B. cooed. “I feel ya, I feel ya. Hard to shake off decades of repression in an instant, huh.”

“F... Fuck you!” Tulley shouted, surprising even himself.

“Ooohoho, that's exactly what I'm talking about. You've got a naughty streak in ya, I could tell. Don't believe me? Hmm... Why don't I clear it up for you...” E.B. leaned in and pressed his paw on the priest's groin again, this time massaging it over the clergy robe. Tulley moaned an exasperated, whorish moan.

He shouldn't have done that. He deserved to burn in hell for even delighting in such sensation. But... But wasn't that just harsh of the God he worshiped? Mmff, it wasn't right. Not right at all! He kept telling himself this was a natural reflex, one gifted by God, but he was merely in denial of the truth. The god he worshiped would never sanction such debauchery, even if it didn't hurt anyone. How could a loving God not want people to feel this way all the time!

The walls he built around the beliefs within his psyche finally began to crumble. What kind of god would deny people this pleasure? What was even so wrong about it? People were meant to breed, to gift the seed of life to any and all willing to accept it in them. They were trapped in these fleshy forms bound with shame, unable to fulfill their true purpose of being bred and pumping out new life raised to worship. It was merely the culture of shame begotten by the forbidden fruit that kept humans from welcoming such divine feeling.

That must be what this rabbit god was offering! A chance to free humanity from the binds of shame that original sin burdened them with. That wasn't so wrong, was it? Not at all. In fact, it was almost... admirable. One might even say, commendable. That he would offer this gift to the repressed and miserable humans of this world, to achieve a better form, freed of boundaries... That was something to celebrate! A message to shout from every rooftop, to spread across the world so all would feel this good!

“Nnnghh... Mmmmuurr...” Tulley was nearing his breaking point, the pleasure the rabbit was giving him only accelerating the changes in both his mind and body. The more he accepted this forbidden knowledge, the more fur grew beneath his robes, the more his loins tingled with powerful stimulation, the longer the seconds of the day felt so they could extend these divine sensations for maximum delight.

E.B. could smell the sweat dampening the Father's growing coat, savoring the salty scent that heralded the arrival of a new disciple. Almost done, little bunny, he thought. With his dull rabbit claws, he used all his strength to rip the cloth off the priest, revealing the white shirt and tented underwear beneath. “Look at that. A beautiful rod of flesh, one you should no longer be ashamed of.”

“Fffuughhk, yeah,” Father grunted. “I'm... proud of it...”

“When was the last time you got hard?”

Tulley thought back as hard as he could. It was difficult to retrieve those memories when they were buried beneath years of repression, but his new instincts helped fish them out. “I... I was 16... My father, he... He caught me and... I was punished...”

“That wasn't very nice of him. You did nothing wrong.”

“I... I didn't...?”

“Aww, no you didn't, little bunny,” E.B. sang comfortingly, using his other paw to massage the elongating, black-furred ears that now sat at the top of the priest's head. “You're supposed to be exploring your body at that age. Your father robbed you of a vital life experience.”

“He... He did, didn't he...” Tulley's ears twitched, feeling pleasured by the loving touch of E.B.'s paws rubbing his ears.

“Mmm, you fought hard to earn his respect, didn't you. And I'm sure as you grew up, you transplanted your quest for approval from one father to approval from the Holy Father. Classic Pysch 101 shit... How did you feel when your dad punished you?”

Tulley grunted, his new rabbit feet fully popping out of his shoes while he flexed his burgeoning paws, nails thickening into dull little claws. A light whimper escaped his lips as he was reminded of the shame he felt when his father caught him enjoying his body. “I... I felt bad... very bad...”

“Hmm... Well how would you feel if I punished you?” Tulley finally looked up to meet E.B.'s sultry gaze, seeing the raw hunger and confidence that possessed his eyes. “I'm sure you'd feel very, very bad, wouldn't you.”

The priest moaned, black fur spreading from his torso up to his elongated face. “Mmm, yes... Very very bad...”

“Say it. Tell me you've been bad.”

“I... I've been bad, Daddy,” Tulley moaned, not even questioning why he called the rabbit Daddy, for that was what he was. The words sounded so slutty coming out of him, like he was a filthy woman with a dripping hole. In fact, they felt so slutty because his voice seemed to raise in pitch, almost to a feminine level. And that was far from the only new change.

Underneath his white linen shirt, small furry mounds began to build up from his pectorals, feeling raw and sensitive against the itchy fabric. The priest unbuttoned the cloth, hoping to let his delicate flesh hang comfortably in the air, all the while not noticing his rear fattening into a bouncy bubblebutt. For all Tulley could tell, this was simply just more pleasure being added. “I've been so bad! Such a bad bunny!” The shifting bunny thrust his widening hips in the air, his remaining cock bobbing up and down while she hungered for more of those long-forbidden sensations he'd been deprived of for so long.

“Mmm, yes you've been very bad,” E.B. affirmed teasingly. “And what do bad little bunnies deserve?”

“They... They get punished by Daddy...” The priest let out a breathy moan with his newly feminized voice, finally accepting her new place as the fur above her butt bunched up into an adorable pom. She looked up at the white rabbit looming over her. The changed bunny didn't notice how beautiful he looked before. His toned body covered in soft white fur, that perfectly angled muzzle, his hard, dripping cock hanging like a deli salami... He was a lapine adonis. How did she not see it before? She looked down at his pulsating member, licking her lips. By E.B.'s ears, she wanted it inside her, filling her with hundreds of bunnies. Yes, that was it. Her true purpose as Daddy's disciple, his little toy. It was all she could do to thank him for freeing her from the chains of humanity, and what better form of thanks than birthing Daddy's cubs.

“Will you punish me, Daddy??” she begged, wiggling her cotton ball tail with eager delight.

“Oh, you'll be punished, alright.” The rabbit placed his paw on top of Tulley's head, pushing her down to groin level so he may punish her mouth real nice.

“I... I'm ready! Punish me good! Punish me for not appreciating this gift for its true beauty! I'll devote all of my worship to you, I swear!” Tulley was ready, ready to cross the threshold of the forbidden, forsake the curse of the forbidden fruit and transcend the limits of humanity.

And E.B. — Daddy — was ready to fully induct her into his harem of worship. His split lips curled into a dominating smile, overjoyed that this prudish Father had finally seen the light of his message. “Very well, little bunny. Accept your punishment and awaken to your new being.” Tulley shuddered as Daddy thrust his tool into her open maw.

It all came flooding into her head. Not just the torrent of fluids from Daddy's luscious tool, but waves of knowledge searing themselves into her brain. E.B.'s entire doctrine was transferred over, every word of scripture, system of belief, method of conversion, and most important of all, every ritual of worshiping their Almighty Daddy, from nursing his cock to licking him clean and all the way down to the ultimate act of love: birthing his kits. Tulley's entire sense of self shifted further with the influx of information, becoming the perfect disciple, the ideal follower of Daddy's gospel. And it was all so beautiful... and so delicious.

The finished bunny girl slurped as much cum as rabbitly possible. How did he even cum so fast? she wondered. He must have been so worked up seeing me, listening to my prayer, waiting to convert me. Mmm, Daddy must really love me! Her heart yearned at the thought. Of how dedicated Daddy was to her, to his mission, to every human who needed to hear his message. He truly was a loving god, and she felt so lucky to be his first convert! Tulley just knew she'd be in the history books, the pages of scriptures that were yet to be written. Oh what a glorious day it will be when all of humanity opens up to Daddy's gospel!

Licking her maw clean, Tulley looked up at the laquine adonis, seeing him for the god he truly was. “Th... Thank you, Daddy... I'll be a good girl from now o—“

Her proclamations of love were interrupted, however, by a sudden door creak—

“Phew!” Brother Kyle gasped as he exited the bathroom wearing a robe and drying his hair and face with a towel. “You were right, Father, I really did need a break. Thank you so much for...” The young priest trailed off as soon as he removed the towel from his face, staring slackjawed at the black female bunny cum-stained mouth sitting beside the white male rabbit's erect member. The rabbits stared back at the human, surprised by his arrival.

“Wh... What in the name of...”

E.B. smirked at the sight of fresh meat entering the field. “Mmm, didn't tell me you had company over, Padre.”

Kyle's mind performed loop-de-loops upon hearing the rabbit speak, starting with the fact that it even could speak, and then circling back around to the contents of what he said. The Brother turned to the femme bunny with widened eyes, “...Padre?”

Tulley could only blink uselessly at her underling. “Brother Kyle...”

Kyle nearly fainted, able to recognize the telltale tone of his superior even with its feminized pitch. Tulley too regained a bit of lucidity upon seeing her human companion, though it did not at all negate the awakening she had achieved.

“This... This must be some devilry! We must exorcize this place!” Kyle exclaimed, running to the front door to search for help. Tulley hopped up and chased after him, bounding with her new, powerful rabbit feet before immediately pinning him to a wall. The human jolted at his trapped predicament.

“Kyle, calm down,” Tulley ordered, infected with a new kind of dominance passed down from E.B. “It's me, Tulley. You have nothing to worry about.” The human whimpered, now more worried than ever before. “Shh, it's okay, it's okay! You should be happy... My mind is clearer now. I finally know how the sermon should go, what new message to share with our congregation.”

“Please, please, just don't hurt me! I know you're still in there, Father, please, spare meeee.”

Tulley frowned, realizing she wasn't getting through to the human. She turned to E.B., hoping for some guidance. He simply gave her a loaded glance, one that Tulley immediately interpreted correctly. She could feel the fire and trust in his gaze that said: “Now's your chance, Padre. You are one of my disciples now. Spread my word with your new voice, your new body, your new musk_. You'll see what true worship looks like.”_ The bunny girl that was once Tulley smiled back at the Easter Bunny, overjoyed to have been chosen by him. She'd do him and his message proud.

Carefully, Tulley backed away from Kyle to show him trust, no longer pinning him to the wall, but patting her paw over the human's mop of hair while cooing and shushing him. “There, there, Brother, it's okay. You are merely uneducated in the truth, as I was. That's all...”

“What— I don't—” the human struggled to find the words. “What has that creature done to you?!”

Tulley smiled and rubbed her muzzle against his cheek, nuzzling him softly. She never noticed as her human self, but Brother Kyle was rather cute. Very pious and obedient, but also rather lean and toned for a man of the cloth. Her new, twisted brain chemistry lit up at the prospect. Yes, yes. He'd make a perfect bunny acolyte. I can show him the way. So we may spread this beautiful doctrine together!

“I have merely opened my mind to another point of view, Brother Kyle. And now, I think I finally know what new wisdom to impart to our loyal congregation. For once, our sermon will make a difference. We will truly... change their lives for the better.” She leaned in to lick her fellow priest's ear. With the long lap of her tongue, the ear stretched ever so slightly, not that the human it belonged to could notice in his state.

“You've lost your mind, Father,” Kyle proclaimed shakily, still frightened to be under the domineering paw of this monster, no matter who she used to be. “This... creature behind you has performed some sort of witchcraft! L-Look at yourself, Father! You're... You're—”

“Beautiful, right?” Tulley finished the sentence. “And you're correct. It's all thanks to Daddy. He's shown me so much compassion and care through my change. I never knew a god could be so loving.”

“A god? 'D-Daddy??' Stop this perversion at once! You're a holy preacher, Father!”

“Mmm, I very much am. And I can't wait to share Daddy's gospel with the rest of humanity!”

“What... What kind of gospel?” The second those words escaped Kyle's lips, he knew he made a grave mistake, but it was already too late. Tulley smirked, the trap already set. There was no going back from here.

“Daddy has opened my eyes. See, he doesn't hate the old God. He simply wants to free us from the constraints placed upon us by our original sin.”

“Original... sin...?” Kyle placed a hand over his head, a strange, foggy pressure filling his skull. He didn't notice as his ears continued to stretch further up. Tulley purred and brushed her black furred paw against his cheek in a gentle, hypnotic rhythm.

“It's simple, really,” Tulley continued. “Humankind was forever cursed by the tree of knowledge. Cursed with shame, with modesty, with greed and power, all things that the rest of God's creatures were never corrupted by.”

“That... That's true...” Kyle said, his voice lulling into a trancelike monotone. He tried to find the sacrilege in Tulley's words, but it all came from a true place of scripture. That's how he knew it was still the same old Father he knew and respected deep down. There must be some semblance of the human he once was still in there.

“God gave us our sexual organs. He gave us the sensations of pleasure and bliss that came with using them to create new life, to become closer to his status as Creator.”

“U-Uh-huh...” Pressure built in Kyle's head as it gradually stretched out ever so slightly. His fingers widened, nails darkened, and his grip around the sash holding his bathrobe in place began to loosen up, opening more and more of his nude body to the rabbits' influence.

“See, the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing us that the shame we felt with our natural bodies was enforced by God above.”

“But... Sex is only for procreation.”

“Then why would God make it feel so good?”

“No! No, not God! It was the serpent, poisoning Eve with lust!”

“Are you sure, Kyle? Would God make such a mistake with our forms? Or does it make more sense that the forbidden fruit played tricks on our bodies, made us ashamed of the beauty and potential of our forms??”

Kyle shook his head, trying to deny how much... sense these heretical words were making to him. He'd never thought about sexuality through that lens. Hell, he never thought about sexuality at all, too repressed to confront his relationship with it head-on. But was that really what God intended? For his children to turn their backs on a natural, beautiful function that He Himself created? The human groaned in confusion, his mind being pulled apart in two different directions, and it was distracting him from the further changes to his body.

Hairs began to sprout on his torso and limbs, his feet stretching and thickening out as much as his ears already were. Everything about him was being tugged and molded into something else, and his inability to deny how good it all felt also made it hard to deny the Father's words.

“This is why what Daddy offers us is so incredible!” Tulley preached. “We get to keep our humanoid forms and rationality, yet we may now also transcend our humanity, so we can gain the purity, the instincts unblemished by the tree of knowledge, that the rest of God's creation is allowed. In doing so, we are freed of the ambitions of greed and power that plague our old human selves, and trade them for simple, earthly pursuits, like food, pleasure, and breeding.” She said that last word with a shudder, wondering when she would be bred by E.B.

Kyle stammered, not even noticing his own nose protruding to the bottom-center of his vision. “It almost sounds... too good to be true... Wh-What if, I... I don't want a... Daddy...”

“Aww, but Daddy is the only god who loves us as much as He does. Daddy gifts us this enlightened form in exchange for taking a spot in his harem. It's so wonderful to belong to Daddy, Kyle.”

“Belong? I-I don't want to belong to anyone!”

“But isn't that what we've always done? Forsaking earthly pleasure for spiritual enlightenment? Daddy teaches us that those two sides aren't mutually exclusive. There is enlightenment to be found in exploring our bodies, in partaking in the union of flesh and fur.”

“R... Really?” Kyle asked innocently. Tulley smiled, overjoyed that her new gospel was getting through to the changing human. Behind them, E.B. watched the encounter with a proud air. Oh, what progress Tulley had made in such a short time. He knew she'd make a perfect disciple, seeing her continue to teach the new convert in his ways...

“When we give our bodies to Daddy, our bodies transcend humanity. This is because Daddy isn't human, but not animal either. He's the best of all Creation, and rather than keeping his godly form to himself, he offers it freely to us lowly humans, knowing that we most of all would benefit from such perfection.”

“Nnnghh... perfection...” Kyle moaned, the words digging into his brain as images conjured themselves in his mind's eye. He was beginning to see it, an entire society of bunnies, all united in a shared love for each other's bodies, their loving, compassionate Daddy, and the litters of cubs he would give them, heralding a new generation to mark the next phase of sentient life on this planet. It was all so... beautiful, that much Kyle couldn't deny. So beautiful, in fact, that the shifting human wondered why they would be chosen by E.B. to carry such a divine vision.

He turned to rabbit with a growing need in his beady eyes, “Is this true, Daddy? You chose to gift us such bliss??”

E.B. made a diabolical grin as he padded closer to the almost bunnified priest. “Of course. I love all my attendants and worshipers equally. Especially a cute little bunny like you, Sister Kyle.”

Kyle moaned at how her name sounded being uttered by his beautiful voice. Her feet puffed up immediately to a proper rabbit's size, covered in white fur with mocha-brown splotches. He stared at his new limbs, how... beautiful they looked. She didn't know she could enjoy the sight of herself as much as she enjoyed the visage of Daddy. “S-Say my name again, Daddy,” Kyle begged, not even noticing the shrinking of her once-human cock.

E.B. leaned in to whisper into Kyle's elongated ears, “Kyle.” The former Brother let out a weak moan at his lovely timbre, though it was not as loud and slutty as it could have been. “What's wrong, Kyle?”

“I don't know, Daddy,” she said worriedly, the pitch of her voice raising into a girlish whine. “That name... That's not my name, is it?”

“Mmm, such a perceptive little bunny.” E.B. suddenly lurched forward and pressed his cock against the little nub that was left on Kyle's groin. Kyle let out a whorish scream, feeling what was left of his manhood get pushed in, the rabbit god's righteous member drilling in to form a cavern of black-and-brown furred flesh. “Kyle is not a name befitting a breeder bitch like you.”

“Nyah! B-Breed?”

“Yes, little Kyla. You can't achieve enlightenment until you've birthed a litter of bunnies for Daddy E.B. Isn't that right, Kyla?”

Sister Kyla shuddered at the sound of her new name, instantly recognizing it as hers. With her female name, a deepening crevice, and the gradual fattening of her little bunny boobs, Kyla had finally accepted her place as one of Daddy's attendants. She'd never felt such bliss from her human life. The rabbit girl would willingly give her body, her womb, her entire self to the hunky rabbit for showing her what she was missing, for allowing her a place in his grand design. She couldn't wait to be bred by her new messiah, to partake in the joy that was giving birth to his kits.

“Ahh! Oh, Daddy, breed me! Breed me full of kits! I want it! To spread your word and devour your cock!!”

“Very well, my loyal acolyte. Let's get you started.” E.B. rammed his thick tool into the newly made cunt, cementing Kyla's place in his new order. Kyla moaned in pure bliss, eyes rolling back as her new coat fully covered her old flesh and announced her completion as one of Daddy's little bunnies.

Tulley watched from the side with both jealousy and arousal, stroking and milking her bunnygirl cock as she bore witness to her Daddy mating one of his followers. By E.B.'s haunches, why couldn't she be the one Daddy bred?? It was so unfair! She was the first to be changed! She was chosen! Where was her womb?? Why couldn't she carry Daddy's divine seed?? The burning need that washed over her black-furred body metastasized into an all-consuming heat, bringing herself to squirt ropes of pre onto the fornicating couple.

“Nngh! Such a tight bitch,” E.B. grunted, battering Kyla's bean. “How's it feel abandoning your humanity, Kyla?”

“Nnnehh! Soooo gooooood, Daddy!” Kyla bounced on his rod, greedily milking it for all the seed she could get. She couldn't wait to bear his kits, to watch them grow into dutiful worshipers of their father's scripture. The patterned bunny could hardly remember why she was so frightened of Daddy in the first place! “Thank you! Thank you for freeing me, Daddy! I didn't know what being a human was doing to me. I promise, I'll repay you by bearing more kits than anyone else, this I swear! Nnyah!!”

“Ohh, dear Kyla, there's more to it than fulfilling your breeding duties,” the Easter Bunny cooed. “It's also about spreading this joy to other humans who are trapped by the curse of the fruit.”

“That's... That's true! And those silly humans are too blinded by the blight to convert willingly.”

“Very good, pet. Nnnhh! I'm very close, Kyla. Be a good girl and squeeze your walls on my cock for Daddy.”

The bunny beamed at the request. “It would be my honor, Daddy! Nnnuuuhh!” Kyla strained her body, pulling every muscle to kegel and milk her Daddy's wondrous sperm. She wasn't content with just being bred. No, she wanted to be completely stuffed! Selfish human wants and desires didn't matter anymore. The bunny would willingly be a docile, reverent cub factory for her wonderful Daddy E.B., pumping out kits like nobody's business!

With a moan that shook the walls of the clergy house, Daddy came torrents of spooge into his eager claim, fulfilling her purpose as one of Daddy's special harem toys. Kyla nearly went catatonic at the sheer bliss that washed over her body, flooding her nerve endings with electric pulses of pure, concentrated pleasure. Left lying on the hardwood floor, her thumpy hindpaws twitching in mad delight as she took all the seed into her womb, E.B. finally separated from the former Brother and turned back to Tulley.

Tulley stared with a tearful smile, black fur smattered in sticky streams of white. “Thank you so much, Daddy. When... When can I be bred? Why not me?? I love you just as much, don't I, Daddy??”

Daddy padded to the softly whimpering bunny and patted her head, brushing her floppy ears and scratching the backs of them with his dull claws. “Why, my Padre, you have the most important role in my entire discipleship.”

“I... I do?”

“Of course. You are my right-hand preacher, after all. The leading force in converting all those dumb, silly humans to our ways. You'll be breeding all sorts of new bunnies when I'm too busy, and our subjects will look to you for guidance in our teachings.”

Tulley wiped the tears from her fur and sniffled. “You're right, Daddy. But I can't help but feel... incomplete. Your dogma teaches us that to be bred is the most wonderful form of worship there is! How can I be a proper preacher of our gospel when I can't bear your cubs?!”

E.B. chuckled heartily and rested a paw on her shoulder. “Oh sweet, innocent little Tulley. Of course you'll be bred by me.”

“R-Really?” she asked with an eager glow in her heart.

“You really think I wouldn't take the chance to breed my first claim? Don't you worry, little bunny. You'll earn your cunt after you prove your skills as a preacher of my gospel.”

Tulley's eyes widened with realization, grinning from ear to ear. “Tomorrow is Easter! Your Holy Day!”

“Exactly, my little toy. And I believe you have a congregation to shepherd into the new era. Once you've converted them all, I'll give you all the cubs your heart so desires. After all, what's a Daddy without his Mommy?”

The black bunny melted at his loving promise. Her, a Mommy? How divine! She couldn't wait for Easter to officially start, so she may spread this wondrous truth and achieve her purpose as a Breeding Mommy for Daddy's harem! “Your will be done, Daddy!”

“Very good, Mommy. Now, we have a lot of preparation to do. Your sacramental bread and wine will need a few tweaks if we want to convert your subjects nicely.”

Mommy beamed with joy at the idea. Oh yes, this was shaping up to be the best, most important Easter sermon ever~

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Light shined through the dust-ridden stained glass of the chapel, greeting the tired congregants with the glow of another Easter Morn. As ever, attendance was small, with only thirty filling the rows of pews, all adults with no children, either because they didn't have any or because the kids simply didn't want to go.

That was what Henry and Jess Winchester were doing here, after all, unable to convince their internet-addicted children to come sing praise to the Lord on this most important of days. The middle-aged married couple had gone to this church for decades, for it was both where they first met and where they got married. The two were once as in love with each other as they were with God, sleeping in separate beds unless trying for a child, and organizing church events to keep the community together.

As the years passed, however, both their love and their faith had strained with the changing of the times. Their once innocent children now spent more time online than with their own parents. One even started going by they/them pronouns, a development that caused many a screaming match to break out at the dinner table. Henry and Jess simply couldn't understand what had gone wrong, both in their personal world and the world at large. Godlessness was rampant, the country was divided, the only reason they even stuck around this church was the sentimental value it held, and even that was beginning to curdle as their relationship was currently on the rocks.

At the very least, they got to spend this Easter morning with a lot of familiar faces. While most of their usual congregation had left over the years, either for one of the megachurches or losing their faith altogether, there were still a fair number of hanger-ons. Brody was still a regular, just as pious as ever at the ripe age of 73. And so was Harriet, who was carrying a 6-month-old fetus, alongside her husband Stanley. One of the few bright spots in Henry and Jess's current relationship was talking shop with the expectant parents, giving them tips for their pregnancy and their future of child-rearing. The two couples waved politely at each other, happy they had stuck with this old place after all this time.

The chapel seemed to be showing its age, however. A strange scent had permeated the building, from the pews to the ceiling. It was earthy, with hints of salt, but an extra hit of funk to really knock the wind out of your sails. The congregants could all smell it, with some of the older members gagging. Henry and Jess sighed, well aware that this place had seen better days and could use a renovation. They and the rest of the attendees powered through the olfactory punch, waiting for Father Tulley to arrive and perhaps address the stench so things wouldn't get awkward.

Yet Tulley didn't arrive. The congregation waited another half hour for him, only to be left sitting there with the strange funk overriding their noses. At this point, most would have stormed off or at least complained. Yet, a strange feeling kept them glued to their seats, a building pressure that seemed to squeeze at their heads, dulling their thoughts and keeping them docile. If anyone did want to leave, they were powerless to do so, caught in a strange trance that left them sitting and swaying uneasily.

Henry and Jess shifted uncomfortably in their pews, both feeling and trying to ignore the odd heat radiating beneath their undergarments. Others felt the same, squirming their butts against the wood grain of the pews like there was something writhing inside their pants, wanting to break free. Alas, everyone kept it to themselves, minds trapped in a not-unpleasant fugue state. Over time, the scent was an afterthought when compared to the strange feeling in their loins. Some began to think it smelled... kinda good. A few strangers even began holding hands, the warmth in their bodies spreading all around.

It was at that point that dulled footsteps echoed through the chapel, heralding the arrival of Father Tulley and his assistant Brother Kyle. However, there was something... off about the two of them that no one in the pews could put a finger on. It seemed that just as they were about to grasp at what was wrong, it slipped out of their ears like a slotted spoon trying to scoop up water.

Mommy stepped on the podium, flicking her long ears as she admired her loyal flock. No one batted an eye at her changed form, meaning the musk gambit was a success. Everyone sat obediently like proper pets, minds opened up to absorb the wisdom she and Kyla were ready to impart. The black bunny priest took a deep breath of E.B.'s wonderful scent, looking out at all the impressionable humans waiting to listen to her holy words. She couldn't wait for them to open their hearts and bodies to E.B.'s teachings.

“Thank you all for cumming, today~” Mommy began, her new, feminine voice booming through the mic and slithering into her audience's eardrums. “Before we begin, I thought we'd do something different this year. We're going to start our sermon with the Sacrament of the Eucharist, just to mix things up.”

The congregants all murmured at the strange shift in the day's structure, but for some reason, they couldn't fight it. In fact, the more time they had to marinate on the suggestion and breathe it in, it actually seemed like a good idea to start with the sacrament.

“Everyone stand and get in line. Sister Kyla has prepared the wine and sacramental bread, so we may, heheh, consume of the body and fluids of our deity,” Mommy said with a dripping honey-laced sweetness. Something about Father Tulley's words didn't sound right to the crowd, but they still couldn't quite place it, and they were certainly in no position to question how he'd plan his... her sermon.

Rubbing their heads in a strange stupor and unable to refuse the priest's words, everyone stood up and formed a line in the middle aisle leading to Brother... no, Sister Kyla. Jess and Henry stood near the back of the line, watching as each congregant partook of the bread and wine before returning to their pews.

Jess turned and saw Harriet and Stanley walking back to their seats, the couple grinning and moaning as they rubbed their tummies. Jess tilted her head, finding their behavior strange. It was just eucharist bread and non-alcoholic grape juice! What was so special about it?

Eventually, it was Jess and Henry's turn to partake of the sacrament. Sister Kyla wiggled her cute little bunny nose as she brought the unleavened bread up to Jess's face. Jess examined it closely, finding it had an atypical, sticky white glaze coating the wafer. She was nearly taken aback, wondering if they were even allowed to add so much as salt to the holy body of Christ, until Kyla suddenly and without warning stuck the cracker into the human's mouth.

The flavor sat in Jess's tongue, leaving her lips quivering and her pupils dilating. It tasted less like eucharist bread and more like mannah from heaven! She almost wanted to grab another to devour on the way back to the pew, but she still had enough of her faculties left to know that would be disrespectful. Sister Kyla then held up a cup of wine, which also had a strange texture to it, as if something milky and creamy had been added. But the scent it emitted was similar to that of the bread, so Jess didn't hesitate to guzzle the metaphorical blood down. It too tasted divine, a thick and luscious ambrosia that made her heart thump and her pussy drip.

Henry scoffed at the savory little moan she let out, stepping forward so he could try the eucharist out. His doubts melted immediately as both the flesh and blood made contact with his tongue, lighting his taste buds afire and leaving him vibrating with an all-consuming need. The couple hummed as they walked back to their pew, holding hands for the first time in years. The two shuddered at each other's soft grip, like it was the first time they had touched each other all over again.

That wonderful feeling spread to the entire congregation, all smiling and consumed with dripping desire as they awaited Mommy's sermon. They blinked, seeing Mommy and Sister Kyla's true forms for the first time, senses no longer dulled by the musk. In fact, they felt like they had awakened to something new, all united in shared, unbridled passion.

Mommy returned to the podium, ready to butter up her audience for the cumming sermon. “Mmmm, how are my little bunnies doing this Easter?” Her followers moaned in response, already filled with the wondrous, life-altering seed of their soon-to-be Daddy. Mommy giggled, happy her obedient followers were so receptive to Daddy's gift.

“Today, I'd like to talk to you all about the true meaning of Easter, something we all too often take for granted. I know even I lived my whole life looking at the holiday the wrong way. Because yes, Christ did die on the cross to redeem us of our original sin. But would you say we are properly free of the forbidden fruit's effects?”

A solitary man in the front row violently shook his head, getting seriously into Mommy's oration as he was close enough to smell the pheromones wafting out of her snatch. Mommy continued,

“Look around. Some might say we are a sexual, hedonistic society. But that isn't true in the slightest. If our culture was truly in an age of sexual freedom, we wouldn't be rutting behind closed doors or hiding our girthy members. We'd be doing it out in the open, like all the rest of God's wondrous creatures.” A few congregants began rubbing the tents in their pants, trying to satiate the growing need that was spreading through the audience.

“See, even now, we have wasted Christ's sacrifice by still giving in to the fruit of knowledge's millenia-old curse! To this day, we still look at our bodies with nothing but shame! To this day, we think of the wonderful gift of our sex organs in a utilitarian sense, rather than something the gods gave us to enjoy and revel in!”

“Nnnyyaahh! Fuck, that's true!” Harriet yelled as she began to dig her fingers into her skirt. Her other hand rubbed her pregnant belly, feeling her fetal child... no... her cub kicking inside of her. Mommy smiled, happy another acolyte was responding well to her wisdom.

“Humanity is forever burdened with the shame of the fruit of knowledge, forever entwined. However, there is a way to free ourselves of this burden.”

Brody moaned from his pew, sounding less like the 73-year-old man that he was and more like a slutty middle-aged woman. “Nnnuuuhhh! How, Father? How do we unburden ourselves of this wretched curse?!”

Mommy smiled, happy to finally have such a dedicated audience. “It's simple. Humanity is the only one of God's creatures who was placed with this burden. So all we must do is transcend humanity itself!”

Henry gasped at the answer, not even noticing his lengthening ears. “O-Of course!” he yipped. “It makes so much sense! What if... What if we were never meant to be human!” Jess looked at her changing husband, realizing for the first time since she stepped foot in this chapel that something might be wrong. She scratched her head, feeling soft fibres of fur growing on her digits as she tried to figure out what was going on or what to do. These changes... they weren't normal... were they??

“Now, I know what you're thinking,” Mommy continued, “'You can't transcend humanity. That's just not possible!' Well, it usually isn't. However, there is a way, one that has been gifted to us by a most wonderful, loving god. His name is E.B. You better know him as the Easter Bunny, but I like to call him Daddy. And I have a feeling you will too~”

The congregants all moaned and rubbed each other at the sensuous, magical words of their Mommy, all opening up to brand new sensations as the cum that had laced their sacrament really started to take effect. Fur of different shades and colors began to grow on each member, all except Jess, who held her head as it pounded within her skull, new instincts fighting her growing resistance. The human mother tried to think of her children, her parents, anything to keep her grounded in humanity... even as the flavors of Daddy's seed kept dancing in her tastebuds, trying to lead her astray.

“See, Daddy loves us no matter what we do. He is not judgmental nor wrathful, but full of sexy mischief~ When you're around Daddy, you feel like you belong... because you do. All of Creation belongs to Daddy, for he is the God of Spring itself. All of nature bows to him, and none of us would be here without the power he holds: the power to breed and create new life!”

Harriet drooled at the delicious words. "Oh yes, Daddy~ I give my cubs to you! So we may remain true to your gospel!" The shifting human rubbed her pregnant belly once more before leaning in to lick a complete stranger in the neck. Her husband Stanley, meanwhile, had spread his legs so another man could suckle his pre-covered cock from beneath the pew in front. Brody fondled his growing chest, feeling his wrinkles begin to smoothen out as he was filled with a renewed energy he hadn't felt since he was twenty! He felt young and oh so very virile again, and he wanted nothing more than to explore his rejuvenated body!

“Because breeding isn't just a means of procreation. It's our way of thanking the gods of nature for the bodies we've been given! Daddy knows this better than anyone. Whenever a new cub is conceived by two sexy beasts, Daddy watches over them, prodding their instincts in all the right places so they may yearn to breed more! That's what Spring is all about! That's what Easter is all about!”

“Fuuuhuuuhhuucckkk, it's truuueee! It's all truuuueeee!” Henry howled to the ceiling as his butt squirmed, a fuzzy little pom bursting out of the seams of his khaki slacks.

Jess jolted awake at the sight of it on her husband, opening her eyes for what felt like the first time in hours. She stood up and saw her friends, neighbors, fellow community members, all engaged in pagan hedonism. The orgy only grew in ferocity, as each human began to change into bunny disciples of Daddy E.B. Front teeth grew out into full-on chompers, ears stretched to the air as if to praise the gods themselves, and huge feet burst out of their shoes as they thumped madly on the ground with each ravenous sensation. The sounds of squelching wet flesh and fur brushing against fur echoed in the unique acoustics of the chapel, creating a chorus of rutting and pleasure that praised their new god!

Kyla joined one of the changing humans, digging her tongue into a woman's juicy pussy. Just her drool alone seemed to accelerate the changes on the former human, making her into a proper blonde-furred bunny girl with a perky pair of tits dribbling delicious milk on the consecrated floor. Mommy loomed over her subjects on the podium, proud to see her message be received so rapturously. By the gods, she loved being Daddy's disciple!

Jess groaned at the conflicting sensations burning through her mind. Every bit of her rationale told her this was all wrong, yet everyone looked so... happy and delighted. And the taste of Daddy's cum still burned in her tongue, chiseling away at her strong will to lay the cracks in her constitution bare. The human woman scrambled to get away, hurrying down the aisle. She unfortunately tripped on a pair of bunny women 69'ing on the floor, lying in a small puddle of their musky juices. Jess clawed at the tiles, desperately hoping to gain distance from Mommy, who she could just tell was the source of all this madness!

Mommy stroked her juicy meat, enjoying the sights and smells that came from good old-fashioned bunny rutting. Daddy would be so proud to see his will be enacted on this first batch of humans. In fact... now would be a perfect time to show him the fruits of her labor.

“You're all such good acolytes, my little bunnies,” Mommy cooed. “Daddy is so proud of you for seeing the light so quickly. He can't wait to see how you've all turned out, to hear you sing his praises for the gift of transcendence he so graciously gave us!” The congregation all moaned in unison. Mommy purred. “So without further ado, I'd like to welcome the most wonderful god in the whole wide universe: Daddy E.B.!!”

The whole orgy's ears perked as they all sat or knelt up and turned to the front doors of the chapel, hearing the telltale padding of fuzzy footsteps stepping ever closer...

Swinging the double doors wide opened, E.B. stepped into the chapel with his commanding aura of musk, naked as the day he was borne. All the bunnies, no matter what stage of change they were at, seemed to melt in his presence, seeing in him a magnificent god worthy of worship. He was so beautiful, too beautiful for human eyes. Good thing no one was human anymore! Well, almost no one...

Jess looked up at E.B. with a mixture of awe and fright. Just his radiating white fur told the human woman that he was surely a god, a titanic figure who saw humans as his personal playthings, pets, slaves, to do with as he pleases. He stepped down the aisle with his gigantic feet, stepping over Jess without so much as looking at her. It made Jess feel so... small. His very presence was overwhelming, like if you so much as breathed wrong he could twist your shape into something more befitting his image.

Finally reaching the podium, he held his paw out. Mommy stepped down from the pulpit to kneel to Daddy and kiss his paw like one would a mighty king, for that was what he was to all who stood before him. Jess trembled, unable to keep crawling away for fear of Daddy's mighty ears hearing her every squeak of terror.

“Mmm, what a wonderful congregation,” E.B. hummed.

Mommy knelt further down to kiss and lick Daddy's beautiful feet. “Oh yes, Daddy. As soon as they heard your gospel, they couldn't resist! They all can't wait for you to breed them now!”

All of the newly-changed bunnies moaned at that word. Breed. Oh, how they wanted his seed. One taste from the cum-tinged sacrament wasn't enough! They wanted to guzzle it down their maws, milk it with their tight cunts. To bear his holy cubs was the most important, defining thing they could do besides spreading his word to more unknowing humans!

“So Daddy,” Mommy started, standing back up and holding her paws behind her back shyly, ears getting all floppy in his presence. “Now that I've converted my first congregation, can I... may I bear your cubs?”

Daddy smirked and tilted his head, teasing his lovely Mommy. “Weeeeellll...”

“Please please pleeaaase?” Mommy moaned, her ladycock drooling beneath her robes. “I've been soooo goooooood, Daddy~ I-I know my congregation's not the biggest, but...” The bunny woman sniffed, wiping tears from her quivering puppy-dog eyes. Daddy smiled, loving the sight of Mommy when she got all worked up.

“Well, if you insist, my little disciple,” he purred. Mommy shot up in delight, immediately hopping on her bunny feet over to Daddy so she could kiss his muzzle deeply and passionately. She hiked up her clergy robe, wrapping one of her legs around Daddy's bare waist to cling to his body. The dripping lagomorph pressed her cock against his, squeezing them together to make all the pre ooze out.

E.B. finally speared her just as he did Kyla, drilling beneath her furry balls to form a hermaphroditic cunny. Mommy moaned, finally feeling fulfilled in the eyes of her wonderful god. Nnnyahh, how she loved him so. She couldn't wait to give birth to his kits, to watch them hop in the grass and play tag and hunt for E.B.'s painted eggs. What a wonderful life she'd lead with her perfect E.B., her flawless Daddy.

Jess used this opportunity to carefully crawl away while the rabbit god was distracted with mating, taking great care to not make any loud noises or notify any of the fornicating bunnies that now littered the pews. Her shoe nearly slipped on a puddle of cum, making a faint squeak that made her freeze up and cover her mouth like she was the victim being stalked in a slasher movie. She cautiously turned her head around, afraid to see Daddy's consuming gaze. Thank goodness, E.B. was still focused on rutting Mommy.

The human mother stared at the couple, a pang in the corner of her mind sending feelings of yearning down her body. Oohhh, what does that feel like I wonder? To be taken by Daddy? Is he really such a caring lover? Wh-What do I have to go back to? A loveless marriage with Henry, who's already lost to these strange changes? My children who hate me? Mmmmff, Daddy would be a perfect father. He'd steer my kids right... My kits... Wha— NO! What is happening? Focus up, Jess! This place is messing you up! You have to get out of—

“NNNAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!” Mommy came the loudest out of anyone in the chapel, taking in the enormity of E.B.'s cock and the seed he had pumped her full of. Mmmm, Mommy could feel them. Her kits, swimming and growing in her new womb. How she couldn't wait to be a mother!

Jess gasped at the sudden noise, thoroughly startled. That's when she saw it. E.B.'s ear flicking at the sound she made. The rabbit god turned around, facing the remaining human with wide, hungry eyes. The human shook in place, unable to move in his petrifying gaze. Eventually, E.B. stepped back down the aisle while Mommy panted and fondled herself by the podium, his consuming stare trained on the frightened human. All the other bunnies stopped what they were doing, sensing Daddy's presence among the pews. They followed their god, all surrounding the remaining human in their midst with a ravenous curiosity. E.B. loomed over the middle-aged mother, towering above her body like an enormous Greek statue. Jess could only tremble feebly in his shadow. The rabbit finally knelt down to bring his face closer to her level.

“Look at this. A straggler. Not a fan of my gospel, I take it?”

“I... I...” Those were all the words Jess could muster. She looked among the circle of bunny worshipers surrounding her, trying to pick out her former husband among them. None of them looked recognizable to her, all fully changed as disciples of Daddy's will.

“There, there, I understand,” E.B. murmured, petting her long hair with his white paw. “It's all so strange and scary. You've been indoctrinated for so long, it's hard to fathom another way.” The male rabbit kept her pinned to the floor, placing one of his knees on the other side of the human's waist to keep her between his legs. The rabbit's cock stood high and proud over her skirt, staring the human woman in the face like a cyclops.

“I can assure you that I want what's best for humanity. You've seen what your kind does. There's no way they can keep going with the way they're acting. Gods like me aren't supposed to meddle in your affairs but... I simply couldn't sit idly by knowing I could free you of your worries, your vices... your withering rationale.” He rubbed his paw over her cheek, massaging it gently.

Jess shut her eyes, shuddering at his damp touch. Fuck, he was so... tender. Caring. Handsome... But God would never approve! Everything about this was wrong! Sacrilege! Abominable! An affront to everything holy and natural! Yet she couldn't stifle the soft whimper escaping her lips, not even noticing the tiny whiskers that grew out of the selfsame cheeks Daddy had rubbed his cum all over.

“Deep down, you know you want this. You want to be uninhibited. To let go of of the chains of decency. To be a wild animal with only love in her heart.”

“Ooohhh...” Jess whined. She knew she was trapped. That this was like a kind of death, her old self dwindling into a faint ember in her soul... So why did it feel so... Nnneeehhh...

E.B. smiled smugly, knowing his prey never had a chance of escape. Even if she did manage to leave the church unchanged, his doctrine would spread across humanity. If he didn't change her, one of his followers would have, perhaps in a less dignified way. He was doing her a kindness, tending to her personally. Yes, he'd give her the ride of a lifetime.

The rabbit hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties, causing Jess to squirm in conflicted discomfort/need. He stared at her dripping sex, finding the story it told just from one glance. “Oh, I know a fully bred cunt when I see it. You've already given birth to kits, haven't you.”

Jess's mind reeled. Kits? No, they're my children! Human children! Not furry, fuzzy... adorable... innocent little kits... Oh gods... What would it feel like?... To nurse them with my milk... Mmmm, mama loves all her kits equally... Mama... 'Mama'?

“Mama...” Jess whimpered. E.B. let out a quiet smirk. Got you.

Without warning, he thrust his cock into her loose, sloppy opening. Jess yelped in utterly delight. Daddy was nothing like Henry. His cock was so thick, so juicy. Virile, even! Yes, she'd take all his kits! Push them all out of her snatch by the hundreds! She was a... a bunny, after all! Bunnies mated all day and night, and birthing 100 kits was a low number for them! No, she'd praise Daddy by gifting the world with thousands of kits, and she wouldn't take anyone else's seed! No, they'd all be Daddy's, as all humans were meant to be slutty breeders for his lapine dick!

"Look at you, Jess!" said a familiar-sounding congregant. The now bunnified Harriet knelt down with her growing pregnant belly in her paws, looking proudly at her former friend. "You're gonna carry his kits, too! Ahh, isn't it the most wonderful feeling in the whole world?? I'm so happy he changed me before I gave birth. My kit is gonna be so delighted to be born a proper bunny for Daddy's will!" Jess smiled, having not seen Harriet look so happy. And now she knew she'd get to feel her same bliss soon!

E.B. finally came inside her, shooting her up with hot rabbit sperm. It brought Jess to moan in delight, feeling her face stretch out into a beautiful black-and-white harlequin muzzle! The surrounding bunnies all moaned in delight for their new convert, happy to see her open her eyes to the way of the rabbit. They each squeezed their tits, squirting their creamy milk all over her, milk that soaked into her skin, accelerating the growth of her pillowy pelt. Some droplets even landed in her stretched out maw, the new bunny lapping the milk up just as she knew her kits would lap up her own milk! Oh yes, she'd nurse them all day and night from all of her... teats?

Yes, her teats! She was a milker, after all! Every bunny had a role to play in Daddy's design, and she was meant to nurse as many kits as she could muster! She looked down and saw them, tiny little protrusions spreading across her abdomen, all carrying the milk of life!

“Ohh, you're gonna be one of Daddy's milkers! I'm so proud of you, Jessie!”

Jess turned to the source of the voice, finding a chocolate-brown furred bunny with a distinct voice. “Henry??” Jess exclaimed.

“It's Henrietta, now,” her former husband stated proudly. “Isn't Daddy so wonderful, so sexy?”

“Mmmmrr, he is...”

“Hehehe! I'm so much happier now as Daddy's little slut! I don't know why I bothered being human. I'm so glad he chose us as the first of his followers to transcend our old, weak forms!”

Jess beamed. Though she hadn't loved her husband in a long time, seeing him so happy sent flutters through her chest. Henrietta looked so complete, like she was always meant to be a bunny. She fell in love with her all over again, even as Daddy managed to cum inside her a second time.

A pop! emanated from below. Jess looked down to see her feet growing into a proper bunny feet, toes merging to form cute little paw digits. Henrietta licked her lips. “Oohh, Jess. I just had a naughty idea~”

“Yeah?” she moaned. “What's that?”

Without explanation, Henrietta leaned down to press her muzzle against her fuzzy rabbit feet, extending her tongue to lick between her toes. Jess convulsed with pleasure, thrusting her cunt further up Daddy's meat, causing him to cum inside her a third time! Her entire body was flooded with delicious sensations, from the rivulets of milk seeping into her pelt, the electric tongue lapping up her bunny feet, and the simple, erect teats that grew across her stomach.

Those very same teats began to dribble puddles of nourishing milk. The other congregants licked their maws at the sight of it, all leaning down to suckle on her many nipples. Jess was drowning in absolute pleasure, being bred and nursing her fellow bunnies. There truly was nothing better! As her feet fully grew and her paws took shape, Jess and Daddy could sense that she was nearly finished with her changes.

E.B. groaned at the mess of cum he had made. Gods, how he loved when his subjects came around to his way. He was so proud of all his new followers, knowing he'd have a long night of breeding each and every one of them before they set their sights on the congregation. He did hear Tulley say something about a megachurch taking his, now her, business. Hmm, that would be a perfect stage to test what a larger throng of changes would bring~

The thought of it drove E.B. up the wall. No longer would he be relegated as an afterthought on his own holiday, and no longer would his holiday play fourth-fiddle to the others gods' days of worship. Yes, this world would soon belong to him, because he had something the other gods didn't: humans want to change, deep down. They want to rut and breed and not have to worry about all the human troubles that plagued their society. If everyone only thought about breeding, all wars, all the woes of capitalism and politics, would cease to be. There would just be a sea of animals mating and feeding and providing sustenance for their young. Yes, the other gods had had their fun. Now it was his turn to show them what a perfect world really looked like.

Not even thinking about his latest claim, he spurt out a fourth massive torrent of cum into the former human's breeding hole, finally bringing her to cum with him as she was prodded with dozens of tongues all working in tandem to pleasure her every inch. Hmph, and the little bitch would worship him. They all would. E.B. let out a satisfied grin, pulling out of the fully spent convert and letting his subjects lap the cum off her furred vent. He stood up to admire his changed subjects, all the hard work he and his two disciples did to set this whole thing up. Once he had a properly sized fellowship, there'd be no stopping him.

“Daddy! Daddy, look!” Kyla ran down the aisle to catch up to her lovely Daddy. E.B. stood back up, looking down at his disciple. “Put your paw on my belly!” The eager female guided his paw over her fluffy tummy. A faint thump reverberated from within. E.B.'s eyes widened as Kyla excitedly hopped up and down. “My first litter, Daddy! Oh, I can't wait! Our kits are gonna be so beautiful, won't they?”

E.B. placed a paw on his chin in contemplation. Hmm, seems that my bunnies' pregnancies are as quick as the feral ones. Mmm, that'll make for quicker breeding cycles. E.B. chuckled to himself, thinking about all the fun he'd have with his many subjects. “Such a good girl, Kyla. Why don't you announce this grand occasion to our new converts while I go check on Mommy.”

“Mmm, yessir, Daddy! Tell Mommy I'm so proud of her for finally delivering a sermon to be proud of!”

“Oh, I will.” E.B. walked past Kyla as she bounded down the aisle to join the others in their delicious orgy.

Mommy was still lying by the podium, rubbing her belly tenderly. E.B. laid beside her and nuzzled his right-hand bunny. “You did wonderfully, Mommy. I'm so proud of you, my little bitch.”

“Oh, yes, my wonderful Daddy. Thank you so much for showing me the true way... This is the best Easter I've ever had~”

E.B. smiled, placing his paw over hers to feel her growing kits with her. Oh, yes. This was the best Easter ever. And so would tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. An eternal Spring that would bring rejuvenation and rebirth to this squalid world. Mmmmmmff, such a delightful vision. He couldn't wait to fulfill it.