The halls of Chaldea were usually a place of quiet contemplation and focused work. Servants would pass by on their way to various duties, occasionally exchanging greetings or small talk. However, today was different. Today, the halls were buzzing with an unusual energy, and it didn't take long for Artoria Avalon, known as Caster within Chaldea, to realize why.
As she walked down the hallway, her keen eyes caught sight of something rather unexpected. There, standing with an air of confidence, were her other selves—Artoria Ruler and Artoria Lancer Alter—both adorned in bunny girl outfits. The sight was enough to make Caster Artoria's eyebrows raise in surprise.
"Interesting choice of attire," she murmured to herself, her curiosity piqued.
She approached cautiously, wondering what could have possibly prompted such a wardrobe change. As she drew nearer, she noticed another figure amidst the bunny-clad Artorias. It was none other than Scáthach, the formidable Lancer, also dressed in a bunny girl outfit. She seemed to be instructing the others on the finer points of being a bunny girl servant.
Caster Artoria couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement at the sight. It was not often that she saw her fellow Servants indulging in such frivolity. But as she watched, she couldn't deny the allure of the bunny girl outfits, nor the playful camaraderie shared between the Servants.
Suddenly, an idea sparked in her mind. Why should she be left out of the fun? After all, she was just as much a part of this eclectic group as any of them. With a determined glint in her eye, she made her way over to the group, her mind made up.
"Scáthach," she called out, drawing the attention of the others. "Might I have a word with you?"
Scáthach turned to face her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Of course, Artoria. What can I do for you?"
Caster Artoria hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject. But then, with a deep breath, she plunged ahead. "I couldn't help but notice your... attire. It seems you're giving lessons on being a bunny girl servant."
Scáthach chuckled, nodding in affirmation. "Indeed, I am. It's all in good fun, of course. Would you care to join us?"
Caster Artoria hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly at the thought. "I... I suppose I could give it a try," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Scáthach's smile widened. "Excellent! I'm sure you'll make a delightful bunny girl servant."
With Scáthach's encouragement, Caster Artoria found herself stepping forward, her resolve strengthening with each passing moment. She may have been known as the stoic and serious Artoria Avalon, but even she couldn't resist the allure of the bunny girl outfit.
As she donned the outfit, she couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation wash over her. Gone was the weight of her responsibilities as a Servant, replaced instead by a feeling of lightness and freedom. And as she looked in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of her transformed self.
But there was one thing missing—a crucial element that would truly complete her transformation into a bunny girl servant. Turning to her Master, she fixed him with a determined gaze.
"Master," she said, her voice firm but tinged with a hint of playfulness, "I demand your attention."
Her Master blinked in surprise, taken aback by her sudden assertiveness. But as he looked upon her in her bunny girl outfit, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through him.
"Of course, Artoria," he replied, his voice filled with admiration. "How could I possibly ignore such a stunning sight?"
Caster Artoria's heart pounded in her chest as she made her bold move, pouncing on Ritsuka and pinning him down to the ground with surprising strength. Ritsuka's eyes widened in confusion and alarm as he tried to make sense of what was happening.
"What... What are you doing, Artoria?" he managed to sputter out, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Caster Artoria's face burned with embarrassment, her cheeks flushed crimson as sweat trickled down her forehead. She struggled to find the right words, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But finally, with a deep breath, she stammered out her intentions.
"I-I'm going to give you... a good hopping," she managed to say, her words coming out in a rush.
Ritsuka blinked in confusion, trying to process her statement. "A good hopping?" he repeated, his brow furrowing in puzzlement.
Caster Artoria cursed herself inwardly for her awkward choice of words. But she was determined not to let this opportunity slip away. Gathering her courage, she made a bold declaration, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness.
"I... I want to make lots of bunnies with you, Master," she blurted out, her cheeks aflame with embarrassment.
Ritsuka's eyes widened in shock at her confession. "H-H-H...Help!" His cry for help echoed through the hallways, reverberating off the walls.
But Caster Artoria paid no heed to his protests, her focus solely on the task at hand. And as she looked up, she caught sight of Bunny girl Scáthach watching from the sidelines, a proud grin on her face.
"That's the spirit, Artoria!" Bunny girl Scáthach exclaimed, clapping her hands in approval. "Don't hold back now!"
Ritsuka struggled to fend off the advances of Bunny Caster Artoria. His eyes darted around, searching desperately for any sign of assistance. "Scáthach, please!" he implored, his voice rising in desperation. "Don't encourage her! Can't you see I need help here?"
But Bunny girl Scáthach merely chuckled, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle unfolding before her. "Oh, come now, Master," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Just enjoy the moment!"
Meanwhile, Artoria Ruler and Artoria Lancer Alter stood by, watching the scene unfold with varying degrees of amusement and concern. Artoria Lancer Alter's brow furrowed slightly, her expression betraying a hint of worry as she contemplated whether or not to intervene.
"Shouldn't we do something?" she whispered to her Ruler counterpart, her voice laced with concern.
But Artoria Ruler simply shrugged, a warm smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I think it's best to let our younger self have this one for now," she replied, her tone gentle and reassuring.
Artoria Lancer Alter frowned at the response, her worry deepening. But ultimately, she conceded to her Ruler's wisdom, trusting in her judgment.