Mages tend to be the aspirational sort, always sticking their noses in places just because they're curious, have something to prove, want to grow more powerful, or worse, all three. Whether or not it ends well for them, well, that's a game of chance. Sometimes it ends in success, other times an obituary. Sometimes, it ends....mixed, for a lack of a better word..
Such was the case for one, fledgling lapine mage, looking to make a name for herself. Digging into old times, dusty old artifacts, until she eventually came across the item that'd leave her changed in ways she likely hadn't even imagined. An old spellbook, tucked into an obscure crevice of some magical library, with the first few pages being instructions from the previous owner, of an easy way to be able to both cast the spells inside, and have them rattling around in the head of the new caster without much effort in memorization.
The catch? Well, a process like that couldn't excatly be brute forced if you didn't have the affinity for the spells within, and it was best to know what you were getting into before something like that. Neither of which were thoughts that'd occur to a mage with a burning desire to improve her talents. There were easily available magical boons in front of her, and even if the title of the spellbook had been long faded, what was the worst that could happen?
Well, she couldn't be blamed entirely for what happened next. After all, who would've expected a spellbook by the name of 'Healsluttery and Magical whoredom' to be left unattended?
At least the process of her body and mind being rather...forcibly adapted to the new spell affinity was pleasurable. Sure, her clothes ripped in places, and the new, heavy mana tanks on her chest were inconvenient, but it could be worse, right? Well. If you didn't count the loss in intelligence, inhibitions, and the spike of libido that'd make a succubus blush, and no clear way to revert the changes.
Those might be a problem.
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Hey there! Thanks for reading, even if that title and the plot were a mess. I've been wanting to write this plot for the past day or so now, but I finally got around to actually writing it, so pardon if it's a tad rough!
Anywho. Today's idea is fairly simple, but I'll give the shortened version anyhow- A bunnygirl mage of some sort, looking to get a quick and easy way of growing more powerful, happens upon a forgotten spellbook, that initially presents itself as a way to skip actually having to put in any effort into growing as a mage. But of course, as is the case with some things that sound too good to be true, ends up as a faustian bargain. Sure, she gets those spells, but the price is that she probably loses all her old ones, alongside the bodily and mental transformation that follows.
Ideally, I'd like for a more petite, slender bunnygirl to end up along the lines of this- or, as the title says, a bimbunny, albeit a more mild case. Probably not incredibly ditzy and slutty at first, but finding it increasingly hard to focus on fixing herself as time passes, until she can't remember why she wanted to go back in the first place.
As for who I'll be playing? Well, that's up for discussion, but I do have easy options. The first of which being someone she's with, adventurer style, whom helps her set up the ritual/whatever that has her end up in that state. Obviously playing witness to the whole transformation, and freling partially responsible when it comes to helping fix her, though no magical talent and finding her new "skills" helpful make it difficult for him to get her back to normal.
The second option is another magical cohort at some sort of mage's college. Someone that'd notice she hasn't attended any lectures, decides to check on the bunnygirl, and finds herself significantly more curvy than previously remembered.
Finally, the last option, is that she summons a familiar, and ends up with a demon from the lust ring of the hells- I'm partial to a male hellhound (monstergirl encyclopedia style), but other sorts can work. Regardless, they'd definitely be more on the side of wanting to toss her deep into that mental corruption, because it's fun watching mortals lose themselves to desire.
For the first two (and other) ideas, though, I'm partial to playing wolfboys. Entirely because bunny x wolf dynamics are fun, and maybe we cam see that bimbunny grinding on a knotted cock and trying to not lose her mind.
As for kinks and limits, I'm super varied, but to be short on the favorites- I enjoy titfucking, facefucking, breeding, lactation/breast play, Mild bimboficiation, magic used for sex, switching, messy cumshots, facials rough sex, light pain, teasing, dirty talk, mild name calling/pet names, and plenty more.
My limits are fairly standard, as well. No gore, first person perspective, vore, death, bathroom play, abuse, cheating, the word daddy, hyper sizes, and low effort replies. Easy stuff to avoid.
Anywho! Thanks for reading this far down. If you're interested enough to send a message my way, please actually include your thoughts/ideas in your introduction- I'm unlikely to respond without them, as I tend to look for folks that put effort into their first message, instead of people that only ask if I'm still looking.