Latter-Day Dogs by anonymous

"Good morning, sir! Could I interest you in the wisdom of our great Lord Dog?"
The Church of Latter Dog Saints likes to send their young men out on missionary trips, and to nobody's surprise they like to try to convert humans the most of any species
He stood before you on your patio, well dressed in a white dress shirt and tie, clutching his copy of The Book of Dog next to his heart, looking up at you with eyes that practically sparkled with sincere faith
He's adorable
You are going to enjoy this
"Oh don't worry, you do interest me..."
The little missionary blinked in confusion at your unexpectedly flirtatious comment before swallowing nervously as he finally seemed to mentally register that you're dressed in only a bathrobe
"O-oh...! Great! Well then, uh, today we're holding church service at our cathedral down on fifth street! Maybe once you can get dressed we can-"
"Now hold on, puppy. You're the one who interrupted ME in the middle of a shower, and now you're trying to order me to get dressed and get down to church? Aren't you going a little too quickly here?"
"I...! S-sorry, it's not like I knew you were-"
You interrupted him with a dramatically loud yawn, stretching your arms and making sure to strain the cord keeping your robe secured as much as possible
"If you really want to talk shop, then you're welcome to come inside. I can't talk eternal salvation without a little coffee in me. Or other things in me."
His ears were now burning red and every word cam out as a stammer, but his wagging tail told the gospel of how he was really feeling at these unexpected developments
"That's...! I-I can't...! We're not really, uh, supposed to, uh...!"
"I'll have you know I know plenty about missionary..."
"W-WHA-"
"... work. And you know, you're supposed to meet those you're trying to convert half way? Or do you always demand to have it only your way when you come knocking on a human's door?"
"I...! I...! I'm just not-"
"Doing a very good job, I agree! Sorry, but not today."
You began to close your door, good thing too as your bathrobe was seconds from falling off completely
The poor thing's expression was a look of abject horror at your last comment
Maybe that was too cruel, insulting him like that...
So before the door closes completely, in a showing of your infinite forgiveness, you drop a fig leaf:
"I guess... you'll just have to come back tomorrow, and try again..."
The door closes, and you immediately whip out your phone to watch him on the front door camera
Overwhelmed by all of the mixed signals he's been getting from you, he stand in place, gaze focused unflinchingly on the closed door 6 inches in front of him, as the cogs in his head whir, processing what the fuck just happened
Until finally, as he processes your last line, his tail once again begins wagging, and his lips curl up at realization
"... o-ok! Y-yeah! I will! I WILL COME BACK TOMORROW! M-MAYBE A LITTLE BIT LATER SO YOU CAN GET DRESSED! UNTIL THEN, DOG BE WITH YOU!"
He practically skipped off of your front porch down the walkway and back into the street, whistling a tune you're pretty sure you heard in a parody film
Blissfully unaware in his innocence of how tight his pants were looking
Fantastic
The seed of corruption is planted
Now you have only to water it
Sure enough, as the lord blesses you with another new day, your new friend shows up again at your doorstep
Someone's eager. You thought he said he would come a little bit later today? And yet here he is, at the exact same time...
His bearing is quite different today, too
Gone is the innocent smile of a gentle shepherd of the lord Dog
No, today he's anxiously fidgeting with his tie, which is done up just a bit too tightly
His ears red and slightly swiveled, he bears a nervous half frown where his contented smile once resided, clutching his holy book with his other paw so hard his claws are starting to indent the cover
Poor thing, you've really gotten under his skin
And yet, he came back of his own free will, didn't he?
Time to lure him into the garden of temptation
With a tap of your finger on your phone, you command the front door to open remotely
He yelps in surprise, jumping two feet in the air, messing up his tie and even dropping his book
He takes a second to peek inside, and seeing nothing, swallows to get his bearing before calling out to you
"G-good morning! It's, uh, me! From yesterday! I was hoping to talk a little more about the good word! W-whenever you're ready!"
You don't grace him with answer, instead whistling in your kitchen to signal that you are, indeed, home
"Uh... can you hear me?"
You can, but he needs to take the next step himself
"... i'm, uh, coming in! If that's ok!"
That's right, little lamb, come hither, and get ready to eat that apple...
You watch him cautiously enter your abode on your phone as you continue to make breakfast (for two)
He creeps along, guided by both the scent of sausages and by confusing feelings, until he turns the corner of your common room and finally lays eyes on you again
Another gasp as he sees that you're in a bathrobe (again)
But before he can turn tail, you finally address him directly
"No need to freak out, I'm fully clothed under this. I just like wearing bathrobes, they're comfortable."
"O-OH! G-good, hah, I was worried i'd-"
"Come at the wrong time, again? I do remember you saying you were going to come later today so history wouldn't repeat itself, but here you are, bright and early and exactly the same time. Makes one wonder, what exactly were you hoping to see?"
"N-NOTHING...! I-"
"It's fine. Better to come early than to never come at all."
Before he gets a chance to fully process and then get all nervous and offended at your double entendre, you finally turn around to greet him
"Why don't you take a seat? I've made enough for two."
Though still apprehensive, he wordlessly accepts your offer, sitting himself down at the far end of the couch, watching you intently when he thinks you aren't looking as you put the finishing touches on the eggs, and then doing his best to drill holes in the cover of his bible with his eyes when you are looking
You saunter over towards him, intentionally placing his plate (with prominently featured sausage) on top of his bible
While he's distracted grumbling over your symbolic gesture, you sit yourself down next to him on the couch
Very closely, enough so that when he turns his head, you can feel his breath as he softly gasps in surprise
You're finally close enough to be able to read his name tag, "Elder Thomas, Church of LDS, Barrowton Mission"
You've been doing nothing but teasing him so far, so you give him a chance to take the lead and get a bit more comfortable, breaking the ice by asking "So, you're a follower of the LDS. Born into it?"
"Oh! Well, uh, yeah... I'm the youngest in a pack of 9. Big families with us, you know? This is my first week doing mission work! I've been looking forward to doing this for so long, it's like a dream come true!"
Adorable
But still, this is a little odd, isn't it?
For one, typically LDS missionaries travel in pairs, as a way to keep tabs on each other, stop them from sinning and what have you, but here he is, all alone
And then there's the mission he's representing, Barrowton. That's the sole anthro majority city in the state. And it's almost 30 miles away
"I'm glad you've been enjoying it. But I have to ask, of all places to come and proselytize, why here? I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but human sentiment towards the Church of LDS is typically not very warm..."
That's a bit of an understatement. A few years back, the devolved human legislature was so sick of LDS dogs trying to preach to them that they made it flat out illegal to do so in human majority territory
You obviously weren't going to report him, but your cute little missionary is actually breaking the law doing this
You didn't phrase it as a challenge, but realizing where you're going with this, his posture shifts at your question, his mannerisms becoming defensive
"I-I know...! But, even if there are those who would scorn the good word among humanity, doesn't that make it all the more important to get the word out to those who will listen?!"
To ease his anxiety, you give him a warm smile
"I see. Is that why you're here alone, instead of paired up?"
"... y-yeah. Nobody from the parish wants to risk it. But not me! A legal misdemeanor or a night behind bars is nothing if it means I can save someone's soul! Especially a human's!"
Ahh yes, and there it is...
You don't doubt he's a dog of sincere faith, but from the moment you first laid eyes on him, you saw something more than just faith possessing him, commanding him to come among the humans
The poor thing's got nothing to be ashamed of, he's absolutely not the first nor will he be the last canine to develop a romantic fixation towards humanity
It's only natural given your species' mutual history
But he's trying to cover up and deny the true extent of his feelings under a shroud of zealotry
He says he's trying to saving your soul, but today, you're going to try to save him from a languishing under repression and denial
You've done enough breaking of the ice, it's time to break his illusions, too
"You're brave. I'm sure if the lord Dog is watching, he's proud."
The flesh of his ears burn red, and he can't hide a still sheepish but undeniable grin at your praise, stammering out "t-thank you, I-", turning away to avoid your gaze out of embarrassment at his own reaction, all the while his tail doing its best to dust your end cushion
Taking the initiative, you lean forward, one arm on the couch's armrest, trapping him under your looming body as your voice turns into a sultry whisper
"In fact, I think you deserve something special, as a reward for all your hard work..."
Sensing the sudden shift in your tone, and then realizing just how close you've become, the little missionary gives into panic and blurts out a pressured "W-WAIT...! WHAT'RE YOU D-DOING?!"
Yet, he does not run
Always fidgety, you feel his body start to outright spasm in a mixture of shock and ecstasy as your fingers worm their way under the buttons of his dress shirt
"Simple. I'm giving you what you really want. Do you really think I didn't notice how you were looking at me yesterday? Or today, for that matter?"
"I-I...! N-NO, YOU'RE MISTAKEN, I-"
You manage to interrupt him with a well timed caress of his now bared chest, having finally managed to winnow away that unbelievably tight tie and undo his top button
"It's ok to be honest with yourself, you know. I'm not some church higher up and I don't think you're a sinner for feeling a certain way. I'm just a human who sees a cute canine in front of him. This is the way God, or Dog, or whatever you want to call him, made me too, and i'm just following what feels right. Is that really so wrong?"
"No... no... I don't-"
"Thou shalt not lie."
He lets out a surprised gasp at you quoting scripture at him, and you take the opportunity to lean forward even more
You're now on top of him, your waists straddling, one hand giving attention to removing the rest of his shirt, the other gingerly rubbing one of his ears
His eyes are closed and he's panting, overwhelmed by conflicting feelings of loving every single second of it fighting in a mortal battle against his guilty conscience
In between labored breaths, the part of him still wracked with guilt lets out one final protest towards your actions by actually continuing from where your quote left off
"T... thou shalt... n-not lie... w-with another man... f-for it is... abomination..."
"You aren't an abomination. I'm not an abomination."
At that, you stop your advances, and lift yourself away from him
In a more serious tone, you address him with a gentle but firm ultimatum
"If you really want me to stop, i'll stop. You can walk away, and pretend none of this happened. I won't say anything, to your church, or anybody else for that matter."
Still panting heavily, he opens his eyes to look at you, tears welling up in both as an unholy cocktail of emotions storm behind them
"Or, if you're ready to accept how you feel, we can keep going. For as long or as far as you want. But you have to be the one to decide-"
To your surprise, this time he interrupts you, reaching up and wrapping his paws around your neck, pulling you in, and locking his lips with yours, his decision clearly made
He doesn't really know how kissing is supposed to work, but that's not the poor thing's fault, now is it?
So instead of teasing him about it, you opt to demonstrate, inviting his tongue to a dance with yours, until he has to pull back to catch his breath
"P-please... don't stop..."
You happily oblige, leaning back in for another kiss as your other hand embarks on a holy crusade to liberate him of his pants
As he lets out a loud whine of pleasure, you realize belatedly that you forgot to actually close your front door, and your phone is still in the kitchen
...
Oh well
This is more important
Hopefully your neighbors won't make a complaint about the choir of moans and barks emitting from your place