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Colt of the Cloth

(Episode 2: Church of Christian)

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."

A shadow cast itself upon the lattice window separating the two booths. There was also a sound like moving cloth, but Christian ignored it. Instead, he cleared his throat and tried again.

"I said I have sinned, father."

Finally, a deep voice replied. "Uh, yes. I mean... what have you done, my child?"

Christian sighed and rested his head on one arm, his long bunny ear drooping over his face slightly. "I've been smoking around the back of the church again. Father Malstrum caught me, and told me to do fifty rosary bead countings and to report to you."

A long pause followed, along with more scuffling sounds from the priest's seat. A soft, light voice whispered something in a muted tone. "Uh... I see. Do you know how bad smoking is for your health?"

Christian slapped his palm down on the wooden chair leg, getting frustrated. "What do you mean, bad for my health? Aren't you supposed to like, tell me to repent or shit? I'm like fourteen, father, I'm not MEANT to smoke, right?"

"Cursing in the house of our... uh... lord, won't make things better. M-my child. Ooh..."

Another mumbling sound came through when Christian kicked open the confession booth door and stamped round to the priest's side. He hadn't come here so late to talk to some imposter drunkard who got a kick out of posing as a priest. "Who ARE you?" he asked, in a genuine tone of frustration.

"Aren't these meant to be like... anonymous, my child? All you need to know is that I'm a p-priest... oh god yes... a-and that you're forgiven."

"Alright, enough fun and games, grandpa, let's see what's really going on back he-- ...oh."

'Oh' was right, because as soon as Christian had opened the ornate wooden door he was confronted by a sight he didn't expect; a white-robed figure, no older than himself, with his legs splayed and his ass being stretched by the older horse he'd been talking to. Apparently he didn't want to show his face, because he was holding the boy by his sides and keeping his head down.

Figures, Christian thought.

The white-robed figure, apparently either not noticing or not caring that the door was suddenly open for anybody to view his illicit activities, pulled his hips off from tip of the throbbing equine member. "What's the matter, stud? Don't tell me you've lost your perzaz."

"...San?!" Said Christian, still standing there with a look of shock. It wasn't easy to shock the bunny, but the last thing he expected was to see a fellow choir boy being dicked by the supposedly 'new pastor'... in a confession booth of all places. Jesus, part of him thought, what a sweet move.

Shaking his head free of such thoughts, Christian decided to stand proud, his iron cross bouncing slightly against his chest as he did so. Finally, even with his robes pulled up and his blatant erection showing, Sans addressed the bunny. "Oh, hey Chris. When'd you take up smoking?"

"'Hey Chris'?! What in the hell-- God damn, someone's coming. You'd better explain yourself!" Christian said, slamming the door and stamping back into the confession side of the booth, sealing all three of them in (though divided by one barely useful window).

"Weellll... it's kind of a long story." San said, pulling the window back and scooting over onto one of the horse's knees. "H-hey! Watch it!" The equine protested behind him, making San roll his eyes. "This is the new second-left kid. Y'know, the one I was telling you about."

"O-oh... well um... welcome to the church." He said, pushing Sans off of his lap and turning away to attempt containing his weakening cock inside his already tight jeans.

"Sssso Sans, how long have you been...uh..."

"Taking the blessing?" Sans said, giggling slightly. His face was framed by the small window, and he was almost pushing his head through in enthusiasm, as if taunting the horse behind him with his buttocks. "Like I said, it's a long story, but let's just say Father Waxely here has been warmly welcomed by every facet of this church, with a little... help."

"Waxely, huh? Sure." Christian noted, scowling at the false pastor's black figure through the lattice as he discreetly exited the booth as quickly as possible. "So now we're alone... Have ya found the guy I described?"

"No luck so far, Chris. The only 'new' pastor in the last eight months has been my Waxely, and well... he's not a real pastor." San said, smiling.

"Oh, you don't say." The bunny replied, rolling his eyes. San shrugging sadly. "I'll keep looking, though... Are you sure he's around this area?"

"Yeah," Christian replied, "All the signs point to somewhere in this region. It's a lot of work to get that information, you know."

The beagle giggled. "Oh, I know."

Christian scowled at him and coughed politely. "So, uh... are you gonna help me out, or not?" he said, pointing upward.

Sans took a second to catch on, but then gasped softly, with a wide grin plastering itself onto his maw. "Oh, of course!" He slammed the window shut, took a seat in the Pastor's chair, and cleared his throat.

"What sins have thou committed, my child?" He said in his best old-man voice.

"That's the best ya got, eh?" Christian replied, flopping back and tugging annoyingly at his under-robe-wear. It wasn't exactly customary, but he thought since nobody would see the tight short-shorts, thigh-high socks and matching arm-warmers, there was no point in dressing boringly.

"Well like I said, I was caught smoking. Fifty rosemaries, apparently."

"Oh!" Sans said, breaking character to crack the window open a few inches. "I actually have a new gift for you then. Oh, uh... my child."

Christian heard him giggle as a couple of small beads were fed through the crack - followed by a string by a few larger beads... and a few more, until the ring at the end of the obvious anal beads dropped to the floor with a thud.

"Oh, my bad. Practice with these, my child, and you shall be forgiven, for all is forgiven in our house of... uh..."

"Sanctity." Christian said, picking up the variously sized orbs with one hand. "S-seriously? You got these for me?"

There was a moment of hesitation. "Weeelll... they're unused. I mean I didn't PLAN on finding out you were such a... rebel." Sans giggled again, to the sarcastic joy of the bunny next door, still admiring the anal-rosary-beads. "But I think it's only fitting that you should be punished for your dirty habit. God bless, my child."

A door opened, then closed, and Christian was suddenly sat contemplating the dirty habits of beagle who just left. Considering he could still hear the boy calling the false pastor's name, he considered that "The lord works in mysterious ways... I guess."

He shrugged, and stood up to leave, before remembering the time. It was late... there weren't any church-goers at this time, and the booth DID smell of hot, sweaty horse sex, which he had always considered the best sex smell by far. A wicked thought crossed his mind, but then he thought, how wicked could it be? They're ROSARY beads, after all.

Shrugging once more, he laid down the beads carefully on the seat and swiftly taking off the stuffy robes. "Hrm, there's a lot less room in these than at Dulwich Orthodox..." he said to himself, carefully pressing his paw against the front of his shorts as he cast down the discarded robe to the floor. "Still... it shall do for my repentance."

He smiled at the thought of being 'forgiven' for such an act while performing it and slowly slipped his tight shorts down, making sure to undo the strap at the back for his fluffy tail to be free. "Ahh, much better."

Christian picked up the beads once more, feeling over them one by one. There were ten of them, he counted, though the largest one was about the size of his palm. That may be a little hard to take... still, he mused, he'd likely taken larger members from the churches he'd been to.

He was in the middle of contemplating how to position himself when he heard the priest-side door open, and a hefty figure sit in the seat. The bunny froze for a moment, before considering that he was already naked (aside from the arm and leg warmers), with a sex toy in his paws. How much worse could it get?

With the silence of a fox, he carefully placed his free paw against the cushion. A soft squeak, audible only to his fine ears, told him that it probably wasn't the best place to rest. Instead he settled for the wall opposite the window - his legs spread wide and his cock hardening at the thought, he pressed the smallest bead to his tight entrance.

"A-ahh..."

He slammed his wall-bearing paw against his mouth and listened. No response from the other side. That meant either they hadn't heard him, or they didn't care... either way, he re-positioned himself against the wood, making sure as his ass squeezed around the too-small orb not to make any more sound.

The young bunny soon found that difficult; biting his bottom lip and scratching against the wood, he slowly forced three more beads under his tail. He could feel the first getting more and more intrusive as his entrance bore a greater and greater thickness each time. At the sixth orb, he couldn't help himself - he let out a long, light moan and scratched noisily down the wood - which, he noticed, already had a few similar markings on them. Perhaps the priest sitting behind the window was used to boys like himself, and would wait until he's done!

His suspicions were dissolved when he turned to look and saw a brown eye staring straight through the crack which San had used to give him his tool of repentance. As he stared, it widened and turned to just a mess of fabric.

"F-Father, forgive me, I... I..."

Lost for words due to an overbearing pleasure inside him, he turned away and began pushing the seventh weighty bead against his entrance. "O-ohh, f-father..." No longer caring for politeness, Christian moaned out loud enough for anybody who cared to be wandering the church this late to hear. His gently throbbing cock below, though having gone un-touched, was already leaking onto his robes on the floor.

He heard a sound like a small door sliding, and felt a soft but very warm weight against his side. Once more he turned, and gasped - not just because he'd stood up straight, the teasing bead pushing forcefully into his tight backside, but because of the sudden new furnishings to his side of the booth.

Notably, a large, swinging pair of testicles and an already-hard horse cock jutting out from the window. "Oh, father!" Christian said, yet more genuine shock. He assessed what to do for a moment when he remembered where he was - and silently fell to his knees, the next, considerably larger bead bumping against the base of his tail.

The well-endowed stud was obviously pent-up; the bunny wondered if this was the same one from earlier. From watching Christian himself or from San before, the cock was ready for attention - needy, even. It bounced gently to the horse's heart rate, and flinched slightly as the young bunny stroked a paw down the underside of it's length. "My my, 'Father'... I guess the boy wasn't enough for you, huh?" Christian tested, but without reply.

"Hmph, fine." He said, contemplating other ways to grasp the equine's identity. He shrugged, and squeezed around the length with both hands, his nose inches away from it's gloriously flared, slightly moist tip. He couldn't resist giving it a gentle lick... from the tip and down the length, apprizing his tongue to the situation.

"O-oohh... M-my son..." Said a young voice as the cock in his hands throbbed more heavily.

Ah. Not the horse from before, then. The bunny wasn't too disappointed - San couldn't have them all, after all. Having given the horse's cock a taste, he proceeded to stroke down the shaft, taking extra care in all the weak points he knew about horses. His fingers gently caressed behind the head, his tongue working it's magic as he took suckled gently against the very edge of the flare. He squeezed it from both sides as his hands pressed down, forcing a little precum from the lucky stud into his small mouth.

The moans from the other side were young-ish. Not quite Christian's young... maybe another father of the cloth? He didn't care. All he knew was that these rosary beads were driving him NUTS.

Wasting no more time, he took in a deep breath, slid his slender fingers down his legs until they reached the ring-handle... and pulled. The ensuing moan, he figured later, could probably have been heard from Mars. That was nothing compared to the moan of the equine, though - with his hand still wrapped around half of the cock, Christian had given it some extra tender TLC. "S-sorry, father, heh."

He turned around, taking his previous position on the wall, only a little to his right. He felt the throbbing cock bounce and graze between his cheeks briefly - only giving it encouragement to stiffen more. He decided he may be of assistance.

"Forgive me father... I've been such a naughty boy, and I'll do anything to make it better." He said out loud, with a grin on his face. That seemed to work, though - on not just the horse. His own cock was as hard as rock, and his tailhole was twitching, begging for some divine justice.

Reaching back and guiding the now heavily leaking but considerably harder horse's tip to it's desired hole, Christian finally built up the courage to push backward. It was difficult - partly from the rosary beads, partly from having such a thick, flared tip, but after a few painful seconds of moaning and whinnying from either side, it hit home.

The tip flourished inside of him, blossoming like a flower and stretching out his inner walls like a steel girder. He slammed his previously cock-guiding paw against the wood with a mighty thump, moaning out to god and thanking him for the gift he was about to receive. His tail twitched nervously as he began pushing back more, the lubricant supplied by the equine helping as it twitched back as inch after inch was buried inside his tight, welcoming walls. Each second was a blessing, and he moaned every single time the thick member so much as twitched - which was almost constantly.

He heard a soft but urgent sounding whiny from the other side, and turning his head, saw thick fingers holding onto the latticing dividing the two lovers. "I-I can't... I..."

"Shhh," he reassured the mysterious figure. "This 'aint my first rodeo, and you're not my first colt. Now just relax..." Pushing back on the wood, Christian came four inches from hilting the horse entirely. The bulge in his belly was subtle, but inside it felt like he was on top of the world's greatest pole. "...A-and bless this tight, fuckable boy with all you've got~!"

Suddenly, the young bunny felt a bolt of encouragement from the colt behind him, taking him off-guard and forcing him to bend over at almost a ninety-degree angle. "O-oohh, father! Yes, please!" He pulled off the hard cock almost entirely, leaving the flared tip still stretching out his entrance and a lonesome feeling inside his walls, before ramming his tight body down upon it once more. He pulled up again, this time barely half way, and did the same - over and over, he began to thoroughly ride the equine member, whose owner was helpless to do anything about it.

Mildly aware of the creaking wood around him, Christian was all but lost in pleasure. He sped up his lustful gorging, the horse cock spewing out hot droplets of precum that helped him speed up even more so. Looking down, the horny bunny realised that his cock was leaking too, desperately in need of release - and that his robes were almost utterly ruined. "W-well... no sense in stopping here." He said to himself, bending over ninety degrees once more and using the wall as leverage to practically milk the man's cock.

From the other side, he heard whinnying and moaning, together with lustful scrapes of hooves against the carpeted floor to tell him what he already instinctually knew. This horse couldn't take much more of a pounding before--

"Oh no you don't!" Christian said loudly, pulling off of the cock with the speed of his thrusts which left it bobbing hard in the air, it's precum dripping profusely down to his robes as it begged for release. Ignoring the protests from his backside and the horse, he took one arm-warmer off, wrapped it delicately around the hanging, bulging sack of the horse and the thick shaft, before tying it tightly. "You're not done just yet!"

Seeing no point in extending his own torture, he promptly pressed his buttocks against the flared, throbbing tip again - as it speared into him, he moaned out in self-gratification. He slid down the length faster this time, his expertised little hole squeezing all of the juice out of the huffing, groaning horse. Christian took his own throbbing cock in one paw, the other still bracing against the wall as he pushed extra hard to hilt the massive length while pleasuring himself.

Eventually, when the young bunny boy thought he could finally take no more, he felt it; the warmth of the stud's ballsack against his own, the thick base of his cock, and best of all, the cotton arm-warmer tied up to make sure it all stays that way. He couldn't take it any more; Resuming his old speed of sliding his tight (if sore) ass down the entire length over and over, and with one loud, girly scream, Christian felt the punch of his orgasm like a horse cock to the prostate. He emptied his load, squirming and shivering all over in pleasure, with his ass instinctually tightening like a vice around the fat equine cock.

While he recovered in bated breaths, Christian noted an awful lot of whinnying and hoof-stomping going on just on the other side of the lattice. "Careful now," he said, slowly moving his hips up and down, grinding away at what little prevention he'd set up against the horse's orgasm. "We wouldn't want someone to come in and find ya like this should I leave you, right?"

The whinnying died down, but the cock throbbed hard for release. Ignoring it for now, Christian slowly pulled off of it; having to stand on his tiptoes to finally pull free of that thick, flared head. He stumbled to the ground in the tight wooden box, and turned around. "Hmm... Well, you have been a good boy today. Why not?"

He reached up, making sure to stroke all the way from the thick tip of the horse down to the throbbing base, taking a detour to fondle the stressed-out orbs, Christian untied the cotton knot in one swift finger-action. The result was a loud cry of passion through the lattice, and a thick, hot stream of pent-up equine seed spilling out onto his already wet, but now absolutely drenched robes.

Ribbon after ribbon of steaming cum spilled out against his feet. He smiled, and whispered "Forgive me father, but I believe this is worth well more than fifty rosary beads... which reminds me."

Stopping in and dodging the still heavily leaking cock, the boy reached out his arm and snatched away the beads that'd lead to this. "These'll come in handy, no doubt." He grinned, silently opening the door and stepping out into the moon-lit church. He heard a few more soft moans behind him as the steed no doubt recovered from his final shaking post-orgasm spasm. "W-we shouldn't... have done that... w-what's your name, baby?"

But Christian was long since down the hallway. He'd managed to carefully salvage his clothing, in so much as he had under the robes, and although his pawpads were moist and his shorts-bound ass was more sore than burning coals... his conscious was clean.

And to him, that's all that really mattered.

"I'll find you some day." he whispered as he made his way to his in-house quarters. "Then I'll finally get what I'm looking for."