Multiversal Bunny

by BatgirlsForever (ao3)

When you could travel the multiverse at the flick of a wrist it was easy to get lost. The Multiverse was a big place and unfortunately for America Chavez they all started to look kinda same-y after a while. 

After arriving on Earth One-Six-Six instead of Six-One-Six like she was supposed to, the bombshell Latina woman found herself somewhere that was a bit unique. She stood at the exit of her star shaped portal that quickly vanished behind her leaving her in a classy grand casino of bright gold and other luxurious colors.

America shrugged off her jean jacket— she was exhausted from her continuous travelling— and pushed up her long curly brown hair out of the way as she did. She got ready to fend off the gazes of the sleazeball patrons she associated with this kind of place from her athletic body clad in black spandex shorts and her red, white and blue crop top with a mean glare, but found her stomach only flipped inside of her at the sight of the place. 

Looking around the Casino she realized someone like her would be the last thing on the eyes of women and men or anyone for that matter. At first glance it seemed to be perfectly fine. Your standard luxurious Vegas Casino with its clustered and vibrantly active crowd of patrons and servers, it was easy to dismiss the glaring red flags of the staff.

They seemed to be all female from what America could see. Each clad in an identical bunny suit leotard—some different in color— complete with ears, fluffy tails, thigh hugging fishnets and bizarre masks with glowing eyes and no access to the mouth. America wasn’t a stranger to the sex appeal of a Casino. In the few times she’d been to one a server girl or two often found their way on to her lap, but she’d also been around superheroes of all kinds of sorts. America knew a thing or two about skin-tight outfits. She wasn’t unaware of how her shorts hugged the plump roundness of her buttocks, or how it drew eyes of friend and foe alike, in fact she rather liked it. Teasing Kate, riling up women and showing men something they couldn’t have was a national pastime for her, but it was that intimacy of knowledge that made her know something was wrong. The inky blackness that coated the serving girls’ bodies were not part of the costumes. It was something more like a second skin.

Even closer observation and you could see that it wasn’t just the appearance of the bunnies that stood out. Acts of debauchery took place all around her when she allowed herself to see it. One was riding a customer at a table while he gambled on roulette. Another sat beside a customer with a building win streak urging him on with her hands wrapped around his cock. Another one looked to be fingering a female customer at the bar, on her serving tray was booze and a dildo. 

“Fóllame,” America cursed. “Looks like I ended up on some damn fetish earth.” It happened. Infinite possibilities. Better than the zombie apocalypse and arguably more fun depending on where you went. America didn’t want to call out the multiverse, but it sure did feel like it leaned towards being misogynistic with these other worlds.

There were hundreds of them. Worlds built around differing fetishes and absolute pains in the ass to avoid sometimes. America usually kept a little extra in the tank just to avoid them when travelling the Multiverse, but this time she’d used too much. Too eager to get back home only to over shoot. She’d have to rest for a while to get back home. 

“Pardon me Miss.” 

America almost jumped out of her skin when the unnaturally silky smooth and ethereal voice came from behind her. Not a lot perturbed her like that. A voice that sounded like it was coated in something somehow. If that even made sense. She turned to see one of those damn Bunny girls behind her, hands politely clasped behind her back. The only thing standing out about her was her red leotard and long brown hair.

“Dios Mia, don’t sneak up on people like that,” America scolded, feeling a bit defensive. There was nothing about the woman that gave anything away. The mask helped to keep that mystique, while unsettling America even more. Her eyes scanned over the woman’s body. Big breasts— breast diversity was lacking here— with that latex-like skin practically spilling out of the holes of her fishnets. America always had a soft spot for plump women, but those fishnets were spiderwebs.

“Apologies, but we would like to ask you to refrain from using superpowers in the lobby.” The Bunny Girl requested. “Our sensors can tell you are not from this universe, most curious. We welcome you to the Sae’s Place. We have automatically given you five hundred tokens and a complementary room for the night, please enjoy your stay.” 

Lord above that was creepy. America shuddered at the voice again. “So, what’s your deal? And this place?”

“We are a dream factory, honey.” The Bunny practically purred. “We have our customers in, and they can gamble anything they want, money, possessions, even their very soul. And if they happen to go bust, or can’t meet their bet. Well,  they become one of us.” 

Right, because that wasn’t utterly insane. “And you are…?”

“A Shadow Bunny. Your humble servant willing to do anything you desire. Unless you’re looking to join the staff, Dear.” Those honeyed words were made to purr in America’s head.

“Uh-huh, so if I went into debt here I’d be…?”

“Put into our wonderful employment of the casino under the care of our Burrow Mother for as long as she deems it necessary." 

“Merda, I can’t believe this.” America ran a hand across her face. Right, so she was safe as long as she didn’t make any bets or go into any debt to the casino, because apparently doing so was enough to make her a brainwashed sex slave forever. Typical. “Fine, thanks for the information.” 

America stalked away from the Bunny who merely gave a quizzical tilt of the head towards America. Not that the multidimensional superheroine noticed as she decided to stake out a nice quiet corner of the Casino to sit down and relax in. Sure they gave her a room but America wasn’t trusting a damn thing here. She was too old now to be caught slipping like that again. She still owed Kate for the trouble one of her variants gave her. America smirked as she leaned back into an empty comfy couch she’d found. The universe gave her all of five minutes

“Pardon me Ma’am, would you like a complementary drink?” 

America looked up to see another damn Shadow Bunny, or maybe it was the same one? When they wore matching colors it was hard to tell. The hair didn’t offer any deviance that would have suggested otherwise either.

“Sure,” America said. “Coke please.” One drink to take her mind off things. The sugar offered her energy to bolt.

The Bunny simply nodded her head and left before returning with a glass of the stuff which America sniffed, swirled and lightly sipped before she downed. 

“That will be fifteen dollars please.” If she hadn’t known better, America would have sworn she heard a smile.

“Huh? You just said this was a complementary drink.” America shot up with a glare. Her strength was there as she clenched her fists, but her portals had yet to become active again.

“I apologise for the confusion Ma’am, but that’s only a name. There is, in fact, a price attached to it.”

Putting aside the fact there was no way a glass of coke should ever cost that much, America remembered that she had absolutely no money as she patted herself down. But, as she recalled she’d been given something upon her arrival.“Hold on, let me cash in my chips, I can pay with those.” 

“Very well Ma’am, please follow me,” The Bunny nodded and America was left with no choice but to follow behind. There was much elsewhere to look at that wasn’t blatant sexual acts other than the jiggling latex buttocks of the Bunny leading her. Now that she was behind one of them and focused she could tell the fuzzy rabbit tail was a buttplug. The stubby white fluffy became an after thought to the hypnotic jiggle, jump and sway of the server’s ass. America didn’t like that she had to remind herself she was fucked in this situation.

They brought her to a machine in a quiet room. The colorful lights of slot machines all around her on the way drew her attention in ways that didn’t feel natural. The laughter and rich atmosphere made her slump her shoulders and wonder if she could try her luck. She hadn’t even noticed she wasn’t there anymore.

“Ma’am?”

America needed to leave. The thought came to her the second she snapped back into reality. She accessed the machine and the color drained from her face when it spat out five dollars and that alone. What kind of exchange rate was this?

“Oh dear, it appears that you are now in debt to the casino.” The Shadow Bunny locked the door behind her. From seemingly nowhere she pulled out a prominent mask that was just like the one on her face. America’s eyes went wide as she took a step back into a fighting position. 

Once again America had been screwed over by Capitalism. 

The Bunny lunged forward and locked her into a struggling grapple. The confident woman met strength equal to her own and it caught her off guard as they fought over one another. The mask itself seemed to take on a life of its own. Thick, black, dripping tentacles exploded forward sending America into a panic that saw her feet swept from beneath her and made her crash backwards into the ground. A jolt of pain shot through her tail bone and made her groan.

“Don’t worry honey, it’s going to feel so good in a few moments,” The Bunny promised as she locked America down with her weight.

“Get off of me!” America thrashed and cursed under the grip. The weight of the woman increased unnaturally. Her skin oozed down against America’s body like slow moving tar. The mask was pushed forward, it lunged. Like a living predator baited by easy prey it didn’t seem able to help itself as it affixed to America’s face. She gagged and choked as all at once her mouth and nostrils were invaded.

She fought with her. Her pinned hands moved with as much effort as she could muster. Her legs attempted to kick upwards and out to no avail. Her panicked breathing only made whatever invaded her mouth push down deeper and further with a feeling unlike anything she’d ever felt. From the corners of the mask inky black bubbled and popped splattering more of itself out over the rest of her face like a tar pit.

The valiant America battled everything she faced. She screamed rebelliously at what smacked her oesophagus and drained down her throat. She twitched with resistance at what drilled into her ears and attempted to sneeze with defiance for her invaded nostrils.

She lost when she came. A moan coming from her struggle.

How to describe what happened? How to explain the moment when the switch flipped in her brain. The tendrils had dove into her ear canal and flooded it eagerly like a hungry school of fishes. She felt the moment it licked at her brain. As easy as one flicked a switch when they entered a room America’s struggle had been made into a celebration of her turning. She didn’t thrash with rebellion. She shuddered with lust. Twitched with anticipation. Groaned with surrender.

The latex began to spread down her body. Her clothes dissolved and her rich brown skin was overtaken by tar black that oozed thickly before sinking into her pores and becoming like a second skin. The realisation was equal parts terrifying and exciting as America felt her own self not quite slip away, but become more.

Two sides of her battled, but her rationality was losing. In her mind’s eye she soared upward shooting towards a way out. She watched the clear and free sky above become obscured by a dome of black ooze. She glanced beneath herself and saw an ocean of it. Tendril shot out like missiles towards her and homed on to her no matter how cleverly she turned and dodged. They were relentless and they saw reward for it. They wrapped around her limbs and America fought. Lord above she fought, but she lost all the same. She was yanked downward into the abyss of blackness. Her out-reaching hand was the last thing to be gobbled up and a single bubble burst letting out her last scream.

In reality the takeover had reached more than half of her body. The dark hairs of her pussy viewable for a moment till it was taken over and made smooth like the rest of her. It almost clenched at her wetness. Perfectly forming around her sopping pussy that continued to leak with her transformation.

The mask provided her official attire. The leotard formed around her body as her legs joined the rest of her. A phallic shape formed and dug into her cunt filling her. It hummed and  America’s hips bucked and moved forth and back. She shuddered with reverence and jubilation. Somehow feeling freer than she had a woman that could travel the entire multiverse at a whim. 

Her entire body was covered now and her legs were gaining a fishnet pattern. With a sense of humor its converted host could appreciate, America had been given a patriotic leotard of red, white and blue. Heels formed at her feet and America who hadn’t noticed her attacker had long since removed themselves from her body finally stood up. She bounced where she stood, her enlarged breasts and buttocks perfect for guaranteed customer satisfaction.

She loved it. She wanted more, she needed more. If she was going to make all the lovely female patrons hap— She leered forward. America shuddered and groaned before giggling with glee. She stood up straight and batted away that silly thought of exclusively serving women. What kind of serving girl was picky?

America smacked her own behind with her hands and squeezed her fingers against her new flesh. She couldn’t wait for the patrons to have a grope at her. And she couldn’t wait to pull them down with her. She’d always cheer on the winners, but there was nothing more she and her sisters loved more than a loser.

⭐

The staff had grown. Their numbers doubled in this month alone. America was proud to be one of those numbers. Doubly so that she’d brought down many of the new digits herself. People never really paid much attention when you giggled cutely in their ear or stroked their cock or pussy to force a misplay.

She dutifully stroked the cock of a fellow bunny as she masturbated. Her fingers rabidly going in and out of her drooling sex from the opportunity she’d been given. Not only was she giving a private show to the Burrow Mother who was nothing but pleased with this, but she’d be at the forefront of their expansion. 

Burrow Mother made a certain noise and America stopped her actions and understood. 

“Opening portal.” America confirmed, and a star shaped portal opened up. Her sister lined up behind her ready for their departure. America didn’t have much of her own thoughts anymore, but there were things engrained in a person’s soul. “Kate.” She sighed softly. She couldn’t wait to see her Princesa again.

It was time for Sae’s Place to expand across the Multiverse.