Sta.sh>"Well, you've been catering to my deepest fetishes so far, so... Returning the favour is the least I can do."
>Haruka's kind smile was truly beautiful, you really wanted to please her in any way you could. Though you also kind of felt afraid you were inadequate... Like you were incapable of treating her the way she treats you. You always felt safe in her presence, despite being so much weaker than her... Even her body is amazing, despite the fact you were average at best. You want to prove your worth, no matter what.
>"Well, I warned you. You may not be the same after this."
>You nod, and she pats your head.
>"Good. I've prepared something for you in the dressing room. Don't keep me waiting, alright?"
>You nod again, and you walk towards the curtains. You look back briefly, and walk in after seeing her reassuring smile.
>The dressing room is a sacred place, in some way. The fact you were allowed in was already a privilege, considering you're an outsider. But... Something's pretty off.
>"Haruka? I think you made a mistake." You shout from behind the curtains. "There's nothing in here for me."
>The only thing you could see was that, in front of the mirror, someone had left the pink bunnysuit hanging. You had seen only Mirai and Haruka in it before, the former through an accident, so you knew it looked good. Really good.
>"Oh, I'm positive you can't miss it. I hung it out earlier today, and I doubt the other girls touched it."
>"The only thing here is-"
>Then it hit you.
>"You want me to wear... that? I don't think I can... You know..."
>"Developing a fashion sense, Anon? I'll say it one final time: you can back out now, but once you put it on, the training wheels are off."
>You start pacing around in the room, but after two minutes of doing this, you swallow and bite the bullet.
>You undress, and once you're completely exposed, you sigh. No pussying out now. If there's ever been a time for courage, it's now.
>You put both of your legs in and pull the suit up, the stockings rubbing up against your skin smoothly. You were actually embarrassed at how good it felt. You continued pulling the outfit up, and once it was on all the way, you looked into the mirror. You had shaven recently, and if it weren't for your hair and the surprisingly visible outline of your crotch, you could've caused some awkward accidents dressed like this. No turning back now.
>"I... Haruka, I think I'm ready..."
>Haruka opens the curtains, almost ripping it. The amount of enthusiasm behind it was astounding. Had she been planning this...? And for how long?
>"Oh my. This won't do..."
>She walks past you, and the moment you turn around she places something on your head. She turns you back around so you face the mirror, and you see she put bunny ears on your head. She readjusts one ear, bending it to contrast the perfectly straight one, and then she pats you on the head once more.
>"Good boy. Now... "
>She gently pushes you onto the ground, forcing you on your hands and knees. Despite the slowness of said pushing, it still feels rather forceful. Haruka was definitely stronger than she looked. Closing the curtains, a wry smile appeared once more.
>"Good boy..." She repeats, now stroking your face.
>"H-Haruka, why are we-"
>She got on knees and pressed her index finger against your lip, cutting you off prematurely.
>"Hush now..."
>She got up, but only to get seated on your back. You begin to shake, her weight quickly becoming too much for you. However, she began stroking your face, and suddenly the burden felt way, way smaller.
>"I never had a pet rabbit... Well, I did have one, but I let her go. She isn't quite the same as a stray dog... And neither are you, my dear Anon."
>The bunny suit became notably tighter as she said this.
>Haruka began stroking more than your face, and you began whimpering.
>This goes on for a minute, testing your endurance greatly. However, all good things come to an end, and the curtains open in a flash.
>Outside, all but one of the other Crimson Squad members stare at the two of you perplexed. The only exception is Hikage's blank stare.
>"Uhm... I'm trying one of those imitations Homura likes so much?"
>And so, your most awkward night ever ended prematurely, but once you began heading home, Haruka's smile reassured you this wouldn't be the last time, whether you were planning it yourself or not.
