Puppy Love Chapter One
While this is not an erotic or smut story per se, it does deal with adultery, church sex, and sex between humans and furs. As such, the story may contain adult elements and themes, nudity, scenes depecting sex, and language some might find inappropriate.
Also, this is a work in progress. I started this story a few months ago and recently finished the fourth chapter. I have no idea how it will end, so any ideas, comments, and critiques are welcome. Flames will be laughed at and discarded.
I guess it all started about six years ago while my father was pastor of the Mount Olive Family Church. We were a small congregation, but well liked in the community with a reputation of being good, decent people. You know, God fearing and Christ-like without being hypocritical or sanctimonious. Ours was one of the first churches in town to allow African-Americans and Native Americans in during the days of segregation. We openly admitted homosexuals in during the 1960s. So when the anthropomorphic movement started and "furries" popped up across the country, we welcomed them with open arms.
Anyway, one Sunday morning I slipped downstairs to use the bathroom. Now I know what you're thinking - preacher's daughter going to the bathroom during Sunday Service and all the kinky things that she does. Well, the story isn't quite like that...quite. When I left the restroom, I heard my dad start the altar call. Not wanting to go back upstairs and interrupt things, I walked towards the small chapel we used for smaller services - body viewings, baby baptisms, small weddings, and so on. I was a few feet away when I noticed the chapel door was ajar.
My hand was on the door to push it closed when an odd noise stopped me. I looked in to find my mother lying across the chapel altar, her skirt hiked up to her hips, her panties around her ankle, with scratch marks across her hips and thighs. The tops of her thigh-stockings were wet and shredded and her high heel on her left foot kicked against the raised wooden platform. But what really had me surprised was who was giving my mother all of this pleasure - Tyler Williams, one of the anthro canines in our congregation! He held her right leg against his chest as Mom laid on her side, taking him all the way inside her. Tyler's bobbed Rott-like tail wagged as he pushed into my mother. Mom bit her lip, her hips working as Tyler closed his eyes and bucked into her.
My hand flew to my mouth. I darted away from the door and around the corner towards the kitchen. Out of sight, I crouched down so I could see down the hallway but no one could see me unless they looked around the corner and down on the floor.
I watched as Tyler and Mom stepped out of the room, their clothes straightened. Mom stroked his cheek and kissed him. Tyler wrapped his arms around her waist and returned the kiss. And I remained there, watching, as they finally separated and Tyler snuck back upstairs. Mom paused for a moment. I thought I saw a sad sort of smile on her face as she followed her lover.
When the service ended, Mom stood by Dad at the doors of the church, hugging people, shaking their hands and paws as they left as if nothing happened. As the last of the parishioners left, Mom looked at Dad. "Have you seen Rachel? I didn't see her upstairs." I peeked out from around the corner and Mom smiled at me. "Come on, honey. It's time to go." She held her hand out to me. I took her hand, trying not to cringe like a child. But my mother smelled like a wet dog. I couldn't believe Dad didn't notice it.
Dad locked up the church then went to get the car. Mom and I walked down the church steps and down the sidewalk towards the parking lot. The moment Dad was out of earshot, Mom squeezed my hand. "We'll talk about it this afternoon."
I sat in silence all the way back to the parsonage. In the front seat, Mom and Dad talked like they always did after a service about how well one part of the service went and how many visitors there were and so on. I just looked out the window at nothing.
The conversation between Mom and Dad continued all through lunch. Dad stopped once right after he said grace to look at me. "Rach? You feeling okay? You've been really quiet today."
I nodded and brushed a lock of black hair from my face. "Yeah, Dad. Just not feeling well, I guess." I pushed my plate away. "I think I'm gonna go lay down for a bit."
"You want me to get you some medicine or say a prayer for you, Rach?" Dad called out to me as I walked to the stairs at the far end of the dining room.
"I'll be okay. Just need to lay down for a bit."
As I walked upstairs to my bedroom, I heard Dad tell Mom, "I hope she's not coming down with that flu the Petersons had. It's been really nasty this year."
"I'm sure she'll be fine. I'll go check on her in a bit," Mom answered.
Most Sunday afternoons the three of us cleaned up the kitchen and dining room after lunch. Dad would wash the dishes and clean the table while Mom wrapped up the leftovers and I dried the dishes. Then I'd vacuum the dining room rug while Mom and Dad put the food in the fridge for dinner Monday night. Mom and Dad would go watch the game or a movie, usually while folding some laundry or while Mom was working on her sewing or knitting.
All too soon I heard the TV downstairs as Dad leaned back in his recliner, followed by Mom's voice. "I'm gonna go check on Rachel. I'll be back down in a bit." I thought about hiding under my blankets when I heard Mom's heels on the old wooden stairs. I shook my head. I was fifteen. I was old enough to be mature about this.
The door to my bedroom opened. Mom walked in and closed the door behind her. "Rachel, we need to talk." I moved over so she could sit on the corner of my bed.