Ebonii smiled to herself, curling her fingers as she studied the document before herself. It spoke of a Society devoted to transformation, the sort of thing that would appeal to her were it not for the fact that they hadn’t invited her.

As it stood, she was rather interested in punishing them for glossing her over, and that began with studying her prey. Apparently they were planning something on Easter Sunday… Something involving an… Egg Hunt?

Honestly, the dark-skinned girl wasn’t sure. To the untrained eye, the flyer before herself was just for a private event. But anyone with magic could see that there was a hidden sigil inscribed on the document, the sort of thing that required a little talent to view.

And, luckily for her, she had an abundance of that. She extended a hand towards the page, adding a gentle dose of transformation magic to it. If she was correct, it would be enough to unlock the page’s secrets…

A smile flickered across her chocolate lips as the words on the page swirled, then it dwindled into a frown. She couldn’t make out the words, they were rearranging themselves into random, impossible sigils that hurt her brain to look at…

A tingle not unlike electricity ran through her, and she snatched her hand back as though it had been burnt. Her head was swimming, and her everything felt… Weird. Her clothes felt wrong on her body, which in turn felt as though it was misshapen…

“Oh shit no!” Ebonii gasped, recognizing the sensations for what they were: transformation. It was some sort of spell linked to the text as a security measure, and she’d just set it off! The woman turned towards her room, hoping to use one of the trinkets there to change herself back.

However, no sooner had the made the motion than she fell onto her hands and knees. It was like something had bent her feet, stretching them out so that they were long and clumsy! She sent her gaze down towards them and whimpered as she saw how misshapen they’d become.

Her big toes had sank back into her soles, leaving her other toes free to swell. Thick pads swelled out from her soles, and a snow-white fur cloaked her skin in stark contrast to her African skin. She whimpered in horror as the fur crept up her ankles towards her calves, then towards her thighs.

Everywhere it touched changed, and she groaned as she felt her legs swell and reshape, muscles growing. It didn’t seem like they were shrinking, which meant that she had enough time to

The fur reached her pussy, and her world ground to a shuddering halt. Ebonii could feel her heartrate accelerating in her chest, pounding harder and harder with every passing second. Her skin was flushed, and her sex ached with need… Was she… Was she horny?

“N-no way…” She breathed, rolling onto her back even as a small cotton tail pushed out from her bottom. It waggled behind herself as she studied her sex, hand creeping towards it… Her fingers trembled as she brushed them against her crotch, squeaking as pleasure flooded her senses.

A tremulous moan slipped past her lips as the fur crossed her ample hips to her chest, causing small bumps to form on her skin. She echoed her first groan with a second, bringing a hand up to them and rubbing against the soft fur.

“T-teats?” She mumbled, mind a haze as her fingers dipped past her entrance, slipping into her folds. They felt different, wetter and slicker than normal. Good.

She groaned, tousling out her curly hair as she fingered herself in earnest, moving a hand to one of her breasts and kneading its soft flesh. She could feel the fur reach it beneath her palm; feel it shrink in her grasp. All of it flooded her mind with ecstasy, eroding all resistance.

Ebonii breathed heavily, feeling the fur creeping up to her face, crossing up her neck to her cheeks even as it raced down her arms. “Ahn… Uhmmm…” She groaned from a changing mouth, feeling it stretch out from her face and watching as her nose flattened to a twitching, pink triangle.

Her arms lost much of their dexterity, hanging at funny angles that made it hard for her to properly pleasure herself. She actually whimpered as her hands were pulled from her crotch, looking at them with betrayal in time to see them twist in to rabbit’s paws.

Then the change gripped the rest of her skull, her hair receding into soft, fluffy white fur; ears lengthening; head shrinking around a diminishing brain. The loss of her ability to pleasure herself let her regain some sense of self, and she looked back to her room desperately, rolling onto all fours again and sobbing mentally at how natural it was to assume a bunny’s stance.

She hopped towards her safe space, desperately trying to recall if there was any charm she could use to keep hold of her mind; to buy her time to change back. But she was so abominably horny!

The human-sized rabbit managed another two hops before stumbling to a halt, her entire frame shuddering as she struggled for breath. She looked back to her plump bunny butt and her nose twitched with barely-restrained curiosity.

She’d seen cats and dogs she’d changed lick at themselves, so… Wasn’t it possible a rabbit could? She could… She could take just one lick, and then hop back. One would be enough to sate herself for now.

The transformed sorceress let out an animal’s squeak as she curled her body, pressing her muzzle against her shorts and nudging them up just slightly, so that she could access her dripping pussy. Then she mashed her nose against her lips, trailing her soft rabbit tongue along her folds.

Fuck! Her eyes bulged at how good it was and she licked herself again, then again. Her changed tongue was so soft, and this angle was unlike any she’d experienced before in her life! She pressed her face harder into her sex, not noticing as her clothes began to loosen on her body; as her home began to grow around herself.

It was only when the sheer volume of her shirt made it hard to crane her neck enough to reach her pussy that she noticed, and by then it was far too late. Ebonii gasped with horror as she realized that she’d shrunk to the size of a dog-no, a cat-and there was no end in sight.

She kicked her legs and arms, struggling to free herself from the tangled mass of her clothing. But already it was starting to become harder to think; her acceptance of lust enough to corrupt her mind. Ebonii noticed this and desperately tried to recall things about her life for fear that she’d forget.

Spells, her education, even her address… Every time she tried to remember something about herself, she forgot it just as soon as she was close. Then she got to her name, and she froze; realizing she couldn’t even recall that.

The rabbit stopped her hopping once more, pressing her paws to her head and squealing with horror. She could feel the higher concepts dripping from her mind now, losing English and the very ability to think with anything above impulses.

Despair flooded her primitive brain at the thought of how much she’d lost; then she forgot even why she was sad. The rabbit hopped around a human’s apartment in confusion once before realizing how horny she was, at which point she promptly dove back into the world of pleasuring herself.

That was how the scout from The Society would find Ebonii: fully and forever a rabbit, head buried into her crotch with not a care in the world.