This story was conceived by Goddess Marquesa, and is based on events She experienced

                “Humans are social animals.” I know I have heard it before, but I never gave it much thought or understood what it really meant. Until she taught me.

She was on a date with another man when she came into the restaurant where I work. I sometimes wonder if my life would have been different if the seating hostess had sat them at someone else’s station. Probably not. Karmic gravity would almost certainly have brought me into her orbit if she came within half a mile of me.

I had been in the kitchen when she entered the restaurant, but as soon as I dropped off the salads at Table Five and walked over to ask whether she or her date would like bottled water or tap, things became strange. At first, I didn’t know that what I was experiencing was attraction. The feelings hit me so hard and so suddenly that I had no prior context in which to place them. My heart sped up and my sense of balance was thrown off, as if I had developed a sudden inner ear malfunction or was having some catastrophic neurological event. It was only when I had to ask her to repeat her answer twice, and could still not take my focus away from her eyes and lips long enough to process her words, that I recognized what was happening to me.

Like Buddhist Nirvana, her mystique is impossible to capture in words. Magnificent breasts tautly filling a black silk dress, legs so shapely that the sight of them extending elegantly from her short skirt in sheer black see-through stockings made me delirious. Gorgeous blond hair cascading around elegant shoulders, bewitching green eyes set in the face of a classic movie siren. But this list doesn’t do justice to the sheer force of her seductive power. There is something about her….something magical. An energy. An aura. Perhaps it is conveyed in the way she moves and talks, perhaps it is purely a spiritual vibration.

“I said tap water will be fine,” she said, snapping her fingers in my face to draw me out of my haze of lust.

The rest of dinner service was torture. I tried to do my job, but it was no use. Orders were wrong. Food was misdelivered. Drinks were spilled. I had almost none of my mind left with which to do my work. All of my thoughts, feelings, and senses were centered on her. I entered a strange fugue of synesthesia. When I turned away from her my last view of her remained fixed in my sight, so that I was effectively moving blind. Within the language-processing structures of my brain, questions and comments from other people got confused with the few words that she had last spoken to me.

“Is this what desire feels like?” I thought. “If so, what have I been feeling for other women all of my life?”

My hand trembled as I laid the check down on the table at the conclusion of her meal. I felt tears begin to well in my eyes. The thought that I would never see her again was more than I could bear. Finally, a dam inside me broke.

“P….p….please…” I stuttered. She laughed, glancing at the huge erection tenting my trousers. I had stopped trying to conceal it about an hour before, the task being hopeless.

“I’ve been wondering when you would finally summon the guts….” she said, a gorgeous smirk making her even more impossibly alluring.

“P…p…please…” I stammered forth again, struggling to make a coherent sentence through my unhinged arousal.

“Wait!” she commanded, holding up her hand in a “stop!” gesture. She paused to take a casual sip of her white wine, then pointed at the floor. “Do it right,” she ordered, “so that W/we know where W/we stand.”

I was embarrassed, and glanced at her date, actually taking notice of him for the first time. He did not seem at all surprised by this scene.  I suppose I was spontaneously seeking guidance, but he simply shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “What choice do you have?”

I knelt down on the floor, drawing the amazed stares of the whole staff of the restaurant and all the other diners.

“Please,” I whined, clasping my hands in front of my chest in a “begging” position, “let me see you again.”

“Why?” she asked nonchalantly, like her date, showing no surprise at my outburst. “What do you want from Me?”

My mouth hung open. “I don’t know,” I confessed, “I just know I can’t stand the thought of never seeing you again…”

She thought about that for a moment. “Hmmm….and what are you prepared to offer Me?” she asked.

“Anything….everything…” I gasped. The words came out of my mouth before my brain knew what I was about to say.

“We/we’ll see about that,” she declared, reaching into her purse for a business card, which she laid on the table next to the paid check. “Come to that address this Sunday at noon,” she commanded.

“Thank you!” I said. Picking up the card, I read aloud the name of the woman who had rocked my world: “Goddess Marquesa….Ah, well….my name is….”

“I will call you harvey,” she interrupted. With that, she and her date exited to the parking lot without a backward glance, leaving me slack-jawed and trembling.

I arrived at her condo at noon sharp. “Hello, harvey!” she beamed on opening the door.  She wore a tight-fitting beige sundress and matching stilettos that set my heart racing, as was no doubt her intent. My erection made it difficult for me to sit in the chair toward which she directed me.

“You are an erotic hypnotist,” I said, parroting the information from her business card as I accepted a glass of iced tea.

“You can read,” she quipped. “Among other things,” she noted wryly, glancing at the tent in my crotch.

My heart stopped for a moment as she sat in the chair across from me and crossed her magnificently bare legs. “Do you want to be one of my playthings?” she asked, regarding me coolly over the rim of a martini glass that held an amber-colored cocktail.

“Yes!” I blurted with more excitement than I had consciously intended to express.

“Why should I accept you?” she asked.

This brought me up short. “Well….” I stuttered, making a sweeping gesture with my hand to indicate my clothes and body, “I guess you have to decide if you like what you see.” I couldn’t suppress a slight smirk. Women have always found me attractive. I have pleasing, square-jawed features and keep myself fit, well groomed, and well dressed.

This made her laugh. “I have lots of pretty boys like you to play with,” she explained. “Why should I bother housebreaking one more? What are You prepared to do to please Me?”

“Please,” I said, setting my drink down on an end table and placing my palms together in a “prayer” gesture, “I don’t know what to do….only how I feel. I’ve never been so drawn to someone as I am to you. I haven’t been able to think about anything else since the moment I first saw you. I’ll do anything for the chance to spend time with you…”

“Even if it means I change you?” she asked. “Get inside your head and rewire you into something fun for Me?”

This made me gulp. “Yes,” I said after a moment’s hesitation. “I can’t pretend I’m not afraid of what you might do to me. But I’m more afraid of how I will feel if I walk away and can never see you again.”

“Goooood,” she cooed. “I can work with that. Let’s begin with how much you want Me. Look at Me. Go ahead…..stare at Me all you want. Let your eyes caress my tits….slide over My legs. Look and listen. Listen to My honeyed voice. As you listen, you feel yourself becoming so relaxed….”

The experience was like nothing I had encountered before. As I looked at her exquisite body, I felt my whole mind focus to a narrow point. My cock throbbed. My skin tingled. But at the same time my heart rate slowed. My muscles relaxed. My thoughts flattened out and then went quiet…like the ripples in a pond as a tossed pebble subsides. I drifted in a delicious haze. All that existed was Her Body…Her Voice…and my desire.

Then I exploded. It was an orgasm like none I had ever felt in my life. At some point during trance I had let my pants fall around my ankles and begun pumping my shaft. Cum shot from my cock as if from a flame-thrower, seemingly propelled by the simultaneous contraction of every muscle in my body. A sound that I initially mistook for an air-raid siren turned out to be a moan of ecstasy resounding from the depths of my gullet.

“That went well,” she declared once my heaving climax finally subsided. “You are a good hypnotic subject.”

“What now?” I asked.

“Now you clean your mess and go home,” she commanded, pointing to the puddle of semen on the floor before my chair.

“Can you give me something to clean it with?” I asked.

“Why?” she rejoined sternly. “You have a tongue, don’t you?”

I thought that my nose twitched as I licked up my cum because the task was unpleasant. I was wrong about that.

The next weeks were both torture and ecstasy. I was invited to her condo every Sunday and was hypnotically ravished by her every time. I never touched her, but the experience of having her in my mind was so intimate, so sensual, that my relationship with Goddess Marquesa quickly became the most intensely sexual of my life.

Being ravished was ecstasy. Waiting the days that passed until I could be ravished by her again was torture. Each time she brought me to a more violently cathartic climax, but no matter how hard I came, my need for her grew.

Beyond the escalating desire, other changes began happening that frightened me. She was reworking my identity in ways I did not understand, and producing behavior I could not explain. One day I was idly channel surfing when I came across the movie Space Jam. It was a scene in which Lola Bunny is teasing Bugs. As hearts and flowers floated around Bugs’s head, my cock became rock hard. Lola’s seductive moves were turning me on. Before I could stop myself, my cock was out of my pants and my hand was pumping. “Oh, Goddess! Oh, Goddess!” I groaned as I came.

A few days later I was on my way to work when I noticed the costume shop that is three doors down from the restaurant.  I had never really looked at it before, but all through morning prep and service I kept thinking about that store.  When my lunch break came, I could not fight the urge to walk over and go into the shop.

“Can I help you?” a salesperson asked, seeing the somewhat dazed look on my face.

“Y…y…yes,” I replied, surprising myself with the clarity of my desire. “Do you sell animal costumes? The big kind, like they wear at Disney World?”

The salesperson was obviously disconcerted by the enormous erection I sported on being shown the animal suits. It took every ounce of my self control not to jack off right in front of her. She was mollified, however, by the commission that she earned on selling me a rabbit suit with all the trimmings for a cool $500.

“Oh, harvey, you look adorable!” Goddess Marquesa spoke the words clearly, but with some effort, suppressing a laugh. She had opened the door to find me dressed as a rabbit.

“What have you done to me?” I asked.

“I’ve turned you into a ‘Furry,’ silly boy,” she explained, her tone making clear that the answer was too obvious to need stating.

“A ‘Furry?’” I blathered. “What’s a Furry?”

“Someone who gets turned on by anthropomorphic animals!” she cried, expressing amazement at my ignorance. “A chubby for Cheetara. Slick for Sonic. What rock have you been living under, harvey?”

I fished under my costume for my phone and began googling. I was incredulous at first, but it didn’t take more than a few minutes to dispel my disbelief. Furries were everywhere, and judging from the way pictures of Minerva Minx and Diane Foxington made my cock turn into steel, I was one of them now.

“Why did you do this to me?” I moaned.

She laughed. “I have My reasons. Besides, you love it!”

“What?!” I bridled. “Why would I love this?”

She stepped close to me and removed the head of my costume, so that she could see my face. She stroked my cheek….the first time I felt her touch. It was heaven.

“Because it makes you Mine,” she said.

I trembled. It was true. I needed to be Hers. Losing my ordinary sense of identity was a steep price to pay…but it was worth it. I would enjoy being whatever She wanted me to be, as long as it made me Hers.

I fell to my knees from the force of the realization. She bent down, took my face in her hands and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “That’s a good boy,” she cooed. “I will give you an address to come to next Sunday. you’ll see one of the reasons I did this to you. And if you are a good pet, there will be a special reward….”

“The Easter Bunny!” the children screamed as I walked into the churchyard. The address given to me by Goddess Marquesa turned out to be St. Luke’s. If I had not been so obsessed with fantasies of a “special reward” I might have put two and two together and realized that the following Sunday was Easter.

“That’s right!” Goddess Marquesa beamed, handing me a huge wicker basket filled with brightly colored marshmallow chicks. “The Easter Bunny has hidden eggs all around the church! Go find them, and for each one you bring back he will give you a candy chick!”

As the three dozen or so children ran off with gleeful shouts, to their parents’ delight and relief, Goddess Marquesa turned to me with a wicked grin. “The Easter Bunny?” I groaned. “Was that what this was about all along?”

“Don’t be surprised, pet,” Goddess chided. “I’ve wanted an Easter Bunny slave for ages. I volunteer here every year. Easter is My favorite holiday: the season of renewal and rebirth! Besides, Astarte is one of My avatars. Easter celebrates Me!”

“Do I at least get to keep the colored eggs? Is that my reward?” I asked.

“No,” she replied, grinning more widely. “The reward is waiting back at my condo. W/we will celebrate your rebirth later. Now be a good pet and act like a perky bunny.”

I did as I was told, and left the church twenty minutes after Goddess. As I approached the front door of her condo my heart pounded in anticipation. The door was open, as she promised it would be. I walked into her parlor and waited.

“Do you like My costume, pet?” she asked, slinking into the parlor from the direction of her bedroom.

I did. I really did. She was naked except for a red bra, red panties, red stockings held up by red garters, and red patent-leather stilettos. On her head were a pair of red-and-white furry ears, on her ass was a red-and-white pointy tail. The tip of her nose was painted pink, and black whiskers were penciled on her cheeks.

“I bought this especially for you,” she said, pointing to the red dildo that matched her bra and panties, and which was strapped to her crotch by a red harness circling her slim waist. My cock became so hard that my erection could be seen even through my baggy bunny suit.

“harvey has been a bad bunny. Isn’t that right, pet?” she asked rhetorically.

“Yes, Goddess!” I gasped.

“Then bend over, and get ready to be Mistress Fox’s bitch!”

I had never really understood the power of hypnosis until I felt the joy of being a bunny fucked by a Fox. The Goddess ripped a hole in my costume and entered me from behind, and the world became a symphony of mixed pleasure and pain. As tears flowed and I climbed toward an orgasm that can only be described as miraculous, one thing became clear: through surrender to Goddess Marquesa, I had been reborn.

The End

A Goddessful Easter to All!