2. Cult + Bunny suit

Raven entered the candlelit chamber with a hungry grin. She had cast aside her clothes along with her old pathetic life. Now she wore only a crimson robe, matching the other members of the cult gathered around her. Her future sisters, ready to teach her the ancient secrets and dark magic protected by their order.
    Finally Raven would have true power. She’d be able to make all those who looked down on her suffer like they deserved. Reality would bend itself to her whims and make her wildest dreams come true. All she had to do was bind herself to the cult and prove her commitment.
    Not that Raven planned to stay long. She would bow and pray and follow their ancient traditions long enough to learn their secrets. Then she’d break free and use her new powers for more personal goals.
    Infiltrating the cult was almost too easy. Raven only had to flirt with the gorgeous blonde cultist she’d found in the book store. In no time she had the bimbo between her legs, lavishing her pussy with loving attention. The bimbo spilled everything about the cult to her pussy, inviting Raven so she could meet all of her friends. Raven had begun to doubt the cult if this was the caliber of cultist they drew, but there was no denying they were legit.
    As evidenced by the head matron descending through the air, her crimson robe whipping around her ankles. Raven saw her black high heels and caught a glimpse of fish net clad thighs too. She smirked. If this whole cult was full of kinky lesbians then that would make it all the easier to seduce them into giving up their magic.
    “Sisters,” the matron called, “We have a new initiate to welcome.”
    The other cultists clapped in welcome, and Raven swore she heard giggling too.
    “Raven, are you ready to join the Order of Dark Delights?”
    Raven fell to her knees, putting on a show of supplication. “Oh yes. Please let me join your order. I swear to uphold all your rites and serve with every inch of my soul.”
    The matron cooed affectionately, falling for it completely. “How wonderful! Normally we must be careful who we induct into our circle, but Clarice spoke so highly of you.”
    Clarice removed the hood of her robe and shook out her huge blonde hair as she stepped forward from the other cultists. “Raven is really special. I could feel it instantly. Also her pussy is super yummy.”
    Raven rolled her eyes, but the other cultists whispered excitedly. Hopefully this whole cult wasn’t full of vapid bimbos like Clarice. Still, Raven had no choice but to play along, so when Clarice gave her an excited wave she felt obliged to smile and wave back.
    Clarice hurried to join the rest of the cult in their circle again, and Raven heard the clicking of heels as she walked. From her position on her knees, she was able to see that all of the cultists wore staggering heels in red, white or black under their robes.
    Before she could study the other cultists closer, the matron called her name. Raven straightened up. The older woman waved her hands, summoning glittering purple light into the air. She weaved eldritch symbols that Raven had never seen before. The power radiated through the air so thickly that she could taste it. Raven grinned, wanting to devour all this power for herself. She would fuck as many bimbo cultists as she needed for her chance to rule over others.
    “Raven, do you pledge yourself to our order?”
    “I do.” The words burned like cinnamon on her tongue.
    “Do you pledge to serve the beings we worship?”
    “I do.” There was a tightening on Raven’s heart, as if something had claimed her.
    “Will you use your body and soul to complete their every dark desire?”
    “I swear it.” Raven felt a rush of power take over her. Ancient magic surged through every atom of her being, recreating her. Raven rose off the floor, her crimson robe burning away to sparks that hung in the air around her nude body.
    This was it. Everything she’d ever desired! True power!
    “Then we welcome you, Raven, as the newest bunny of our order!”
    Raven reveled in the magic pulsing at her fingertips, but stopped when she heard the matron’s words. “Bunny?”
    “Welcome!” The other cultists cried as they threw off their robes, revealing that all of them were clad in sexy bunny costumes, the kind you’d see paraded in a Playboy magazine. They came in a variety of colors, but all were skimpy and form fitting. The eyes of the cultists burned with magic power, and Raven watched as that power created silly bunny ears poking out of the tops of their heads.
    “Is this a joke?” Raven shouted. Suddenly the magic burned within her. She watched as glimmering purple light formed around her naked body, taking the shape of a matching bunny costume. It fit snugly against her ass and cupped her tits, radiating pleasure as it took form. “N-no,” she whimpered, overcome with the pleasure as she fell to the floor. She landed with a sharp click from her new high heels, shaded purple to match her bunny suit.
    An orgasm crashed over her as her new, floppy purple bunny ears rose up on top of her head. She staggered in place, overwhelmed with new feelings and desires.
    She wanted power. Not to be some sexy submissive bunny. This was wrong. But it felt so good.
    “It’s time, girls.” The matron waved her hands, and the walls of the chamber vanished. They opened to a new dimension of eldritch beings, a place beyond human imagination. Raven felt her mind trembling as she beheld the ancient monstrosities and beauties. They descended upon the cult, and the bunny girl cultists descended upon them.
    Raven watched the bunny girls kneeling in worship. Watched as they pleasured the eldritch deities with kisses and caresses. The cultists were groped and fucked by the other worldly beings, moaning happily and encouraging them not to stop.
    “Isn’t it beautiful?”
    Raven picked up her head and saw Clarice standing over her, clad in a pretty blue bunny uniform. Raven struggled to speak through her warring emotions. “This isn’t… what I wanted…”
    “Of course it is, sweetie. I felt it in your soul instantly.” Clarice reached down to stroke Raven’s new bunny ears. Raven twitched and moaned at the instant shock of pleasure. “I sensed all that messed up hurt inside you. How you wanted to be strong to hurt others back. But that’s not what you really wanted at all.”
    “No, that’s what I want…” Raven meant to shout indignantly, but it came out as a defeated whine.
    Clarice shook her head, her bunny ears bouncing. “Nope. You just wanted to be loved. And to love others in return. To truly bring pleasure. And now you can serve with me and the other girls pleasuring all our Mistresses.”
    Raven wanted to object, but just then a being descended before them. It stood on glacial blue legs, with a dozen eyes staring imperiously down upon the pathetic bunnies. Raven sensed its power and knew that it could wipe them from existence with a thought.
    Instead the being radiated amusement. “Aren’t you such pretty things?”
    The words sparked joy. Raven smiled, knowing truly in her heart that she was a pretty thing. “Th-thank you,” she stammered. A giggle escaped her lips.
    Clarice stroked at the beings body, making her squirm. “How can the two of us make you happy, Mistress?”
    “Worship me.”
    “Yes, Mistress.” The words left Raven’s lips before she could stop it. How could she not agree? She felt like she only existed to worship the beautiful being before her. She crawled forward, wrapping herself around its form. Somehow she knew just where to lick and stroke the alien body to make it moan. And every moan she drew from her Mistress filled her with pride. True pride.
    Raven couldn’t remember what she’d ever wanted before this moment. All she knew was that she felt truly fulfilled, serving this eldritch Mistress as a sexy, submissive bunny girl.
    “This is the best,” she moaned, and saw Clarice giggling at her.
    “Told you that you’d love it.” The bunny girl caught her in a kiss, and then they were kissing their Mistress and allowing themselves to be fucked by the most powerful beings in existence. What a pleasure it was to serve them.