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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

Further evidence that the most random stuff sparks ideas in my head, this came from the lyrics below in Macklemore's song "Same Love" fusing together with peoples request for more "Mindfucked" stuff. Another short and not so sweet story, enjoy.

If you preach hate at the service

Those words aren't anointed

And that Holy Water

That you soak in

Is then poisoned

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The big burly Rottweiler groaned as he leaned heavily against the pulpit, his cassock lifted up over his stub of a tail with his underwear tugged down about his thick thighs as a soft hand cupped between the and played with his balls. His short tail twitched side to side while a hot slimy tongue lashed against his pucker, swirling around and across his tight virgin opening. His claws dug into the sides of the wooden structure as he gripped the edges so hard, he worried he might crack it. He couldn't help it however, the sensations the rabbit was stirring in him was unlike anything he'd felt before.

Even with the pews in his church full of the usual Sunday congregation, the large dog found himself panting and whining like a bitch in heat while they all sat quietly before him and watched silently. Something tugged at the corners of his mind, like trying to jam the wrong shape piece into the wrong spot of a puzzle, something just didn't fit and he couldn't figure out what it was. It was a constant aggravation, like having a husk of a popcorn stuck between the teeth, even when he tried to ignore it and focus on something else, it was always persistently there.

"Oh God..." Father O'Reilly huffed as the rabbit forced his tongue deeper under the bigger Rottweilers tail, making his thick red cock begin to slide free before him and into a waiting soft hand. Soon the mutt closed his eyes and frowned in a mixture of pleasure and confusion, his hips bucking into the stroking fingers before pressing back against the wonderous tongue under his tail. The rabbits touch felt like silk against his heated flesh and soon had the priests cock dripping with arousal every time it throbbed hard enough it felt like it might explode.

The soft almost pained and pleasured whines coming from the bent over Rottweiler echoed off the walls of the silent church. A faint cough heard from somewhere in the back, causing Father O'Reilly to frown as it sounded displaced and distorted somehow. The fingers were almost a blur along his throbbing and spitting length by now, creating quite a mess along the inside front of his cassock.

"Are you ready father?" A soft almost angelic voice suddenly asked from behind him, shaking the large dog out of his pleasured haze and realizing the tongue was no longer under his tail.

"For what?" Father O'Reilly asked with a growled pant, reaching up to adjust his small round glasses barely perched on the tip of his nose, squinting as a flash of something golden shined in his eyes and briefly distracted the mutt while he stared in confusion at his hand and the ring on his finger. The faint inscription about the band reading "Fides, dilectio, devotionis" tugging at the corners of his mind, like trying to pull the covers off of a work of art to reveal the design beneath.

"Are you ready to repent?" The rabbit persisted, moving up closer behind the bent over Rottweiler. Something hot and hard nudged under his short stub tail insistently, it felt both very wrong but also so right at the same time.

"Repent? Repent for what?" The priest sounded almost angry, as if he'd been accused of something he hadn't done.

"Repent for preaching hate and discrimination...your sermons have been tainted by your hatred and bigotry" The rabbit almost laughed as he began to push his hips forward, slowly sinking his length into the plush black and tan backside before him, working his way deeper into the protesting opening hidden between those big round cheeks. The Rottweilers groan faltered, an uncomfortable whine mingling with the sound as he was taken for the first time by the smaller and younger rabbit. "You've been preaching how wrong this is, how detestable an act it is...but I can feel how hard your cock is throbbing in my hand from having mine under your tail."

The large canines' ears lowered; he couldn't quite remember anything like that, his mind felt too sluggish and heavy to recall anything right now. All he could feel was the pressure and pleasure of being taken finally, the way the hot hard length throbbed and pulsed inside him. The little sparks of pleasure he felt every time the rabbit angled his hips to grind the thick vein along the underside of his cock against the older canine's prostate. As he stared forward, looking at the blank smiling faces of the crowd before him, a sudden burning shame began to wash over him.

Father O'Reilly found himself standing bare before the crowd of onlookers, his devoted flock, as the pulpit lowered down into the stage. No longer able to hide his shame and arousal, his thick red cock bounced and flung long amber strands of his precum about the stage with every thrust of the young rabbits' hips against his backside. His cassock had just simply blinked out of existence somehow, leaving his chubby belly and wide hips on display while his cock bounced under the rabbit's assault behind him in a macabre twist of an old classic nightmare. But he must be awake surely, he could feel the rabbits' claws digging into his wide hips along with the pounding against his behind, especially the almost electric jolt of something striking his prostate again and again.

His eyes locked on a beautiful and familiar face sitting in the front row, he felt he knew her. Something began whispering in the back of his mind, competing with the growing storm just behind his bouncing and twitching orbs as his climax began to approach. He knew her, she was more than just a follower. Almost in a dreamlike state, he raised his left hand up to block the blinding light shining through the stained-glass window above the entrance of the church, it was then he saw it again. The golden band around his finger, the gears in his mind working slowly to piece it all together. When he looked down at that beautiful serene face again, she was sitting with her hands in her lap. The female Doberman wore a wedding band on her left hand, a simple silver ring with a small diamond on it. He remembered having bought it; it was all he could afford at the time. She hadn't cared though, she wasn't marrying him for his money. She was a good woman, honest and devoted to him; his wife....

"No, this is wrong...I'm not...God forgive me, I'm married!" the Rottweiler whined and growled, fighting against the heaviness in his mind and trying to shrug off what ever was keeping him here. Fighting against the growing unwanted pleasure in his balls as he was so close to release!

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The young rabbit sighed and grinned up at the stunned looking Rottweiler in the black robe and white collar, standing dumbstruck before the worried crowd of parishioners. From his angle off to one side in the second-row pew, he could see the obvious tent in the priests' robes along with a rather obvious wet spot which glistened faintly in the light.

"Father...are you okay?" someone in the first row asked gently.

"Yes...uhh...yes, my mind just wandered off a little..." Father O'Reilly coughed and mumbled, his shaky hand gripping his glass of water and nearly spilling it over his bible as he tried to raise it to his suddenly dry lips. The big canine nervously scanned the room, looking from face to face; when his eyes met the grinning rabbits, he nearly choked on his water.

Dandelion felt the priests' eyes on him the entire time as he got up to leave, sauntering out of the church with a wicked grin on his lips, pausing at the doorway to turn and look back at Father O'Reilly while raising a hand in a mocking "call me" motion before vanishing from sight.