Oster Bunny: The Family that Prays Together
Chapter 2
After the ritual, Sandra provided Maya and me with clothes. For me, it was the same items I had come to church in, slacks and a nice dress shirt (basically my best effort of Sunday dress). For Maya, it was a long XXL t-shirt with a logo showing some cartoon kittens that Sandra had snatched out of the church lost-and-found.
The cotton shirt hung down to her thighs, but it was obvious to any red-blooded American male that there was nothing underneath. Maya's breasts were high and perky even without a bra. Her pink nipples were erect and pointed at a slight incline, pushing up through the fabric. As she lifted the shirt over head, they rose up and jiggled absorbing the shocks of her body. As she hopped about, the shirt would climb up her long, coltish legs to the bottom of her heart-shaped ass cheeks.
She wore clothing like a dog excited to play with a new chew toy. She pulled the dress up to read the inscription on the front, flashing her bare little pussy as she did so. She grabbed the shirt by the cotton hem and stretched this way and that, testing its elasticity. She tried to pull her entire body inside of it like a turtle until just her two long rabbits stuck out through the top. She was seemingly innocent of modesty.
I, however, felt a lot more comfortable fully clothed again. After the strange sexual ritual that Maya and I were at the centers of, my body felt less like a fuck-god machine, and more like an exposed, ridiculous creature called an auditor. I quickly dressed before someone walked in us.
As I dressed I was even more aware that Maya and I were alone together. This creature, a girl in every way that counted was right in front of me and naked except for a long shirt that revealed succulent crescents of flesh. Even though I was assured she had aged centuries, her body and mannerisms made her look young enough to be my daughter. The cartoon t-shirt didn't help. She preened and primped in front of me, treating the 60% polyester/ 40% cotton rag as if she was just bequeathed Cinderella's gown.
"Maya?" I asked.
She turned towards me and smiled. Her ears, a huge facet of her personality, perked up to full attention, and her nose practically wiggled.
"Come here." I tapped the bench beside me.
She pranced over and hopped into my lap, dangling her legs over my thighs. She wrapped both twig-like arms around me in a familial embrace. Already I could tell that my urges were less than familial. I could feel the warmth between her legs resting on my hardening cock.
Yes, Master.
I almost dropped her on the ground. Her voice was in my head. I could still hear her girly alien tittering but transposed over it, I could feel her words deciphering themselves in my head. As well, I could feel her. Her emotions were there, distinct from mine. Her sense of security grew as she nestled in my arms and pressed her face into my neck. Her emotions were precious to me and I knew that I would do anything to protect her, as laughable as a thought that was. Who was I to protect anybody? An auditor with a dad body from the suburbs.She looked at me with eyes like crystal pools.
"Maya, is that you?"
Of course, Master. Did I scare you? I'm so sorry. Can I make you feel better?
She embraced me harder and started nuzzling my neck; started planting tiny kisses on my collarbone. I pulled her hands away and looked her in the eyes. It was incredible how large her eyes were. Larger than a human's eyes. They were so much more expressive, doe-eyed, animated.
And beneath them, on a tear-dropped shaped face, a tiny mouth that was red and pouting.
I was suddenly aroused. I wanted to consume that mouth. I wanted to crush this tiny thing under my weight. Dual emotions of aggression and protection battled it out like Manichaean gods.
"How are we doing this? How can you talk to me?"
Her face was bemused.
You called me, Master. From my home in the Wild World. I'm a part of you now.
I struggled to find a place for my hands. Every part of her exuded a relaxed, almost wholesome, sexuality. Finally, I place both hands around her waist above her hip bones. It felt like I could have wrapped my fingers around the span of her waist.
"There has to be a mistake. I don't believe in you."
You don't believe in me, master?
"That's not what I mean. I'm not what you think I am. I'm not an Osterite. I think you were meant for someone else. Not me, a married man."
She smiled and kissed me. It was like that first kiss of adolescents. A memory that dims with age comes rushing back and kicks you in the head. It was the best kiss I ever had. She started off hesitant but giving it her all. Then her mouth became hungry. She pressed me back against the wall, wanting more of my mouth on her.
With the kiss, I could feel an energy transfer between us. Our bodies linked, a current seemed to pass through us. The power was small, just a strand of energy, but behind it, I could feel more like a torrent of water behind a great dam. I could feel her potential to subsume me in the energy. She wanted me in a way that was unimaginably powerful.
"Ahem."
I pulled her off me. Gandalf the grey was here, except now dressed in a business suit.
"You must me, Mark White." He shook my hand, awkwardly over the half-naked Leporidae Faery. Maya stared at the handshake, intently studying it. When Gandalf turned to her. She raised a stiff arm like an alien performing a pantomime and the wizard laughed and shook it.
"And you must be Maya. You are every bit a jewel as has been described. Do you mind if I talk to your Guardian?"
"Guardian?"
"Yes Guardian, Mr. White. It seems Sandra has left out some parts out of your indoctrination."
"We were kind of busy." I blushed. Even though blushing was sort of ridiculous in front of a man who regularly performed church orgies for thousands of people.
"I see. Mr. White. My name is Professor Grayson of Brightville Community College. I teach anthropology and comparative religion there. I'm also the head Druid of our Posterity church in Brightville."
"So you're sort of the leader of this community."
