Mousewives of Greenhills
Written as a trade for Feder on FA a while ago
The room was small and colorful and mostly empty save for three rows of purple plastic chairs and three other young men and a woman who sat at the front. It was the lack of many others that made Martin want to leave, to quietly slip out so he would not be noticed and looked upon, but that was silly because the others were not for here, they were for the homes and it was unlikely any of them would be neighbors anyways, if the advertisement for Greenhills was true--"A quiet community so spacious you'll never see the same face twice!" It was what had gotten him here in the first place and it was probably the reason he was going to stay, all dependent on how this orientation went. Still, he stayed motionless until he began to hear a voice in the back of his head that very much reminded him of his mother, and that got him moving, if only because his other reason for being here was to end his seemingly lifelong stay with his mother. Well, if he wanted to move out of her place and find one here, he would first have to sit one of those seats and he figured it would be at least socially acceptable to sit behind, if not beside one of the other persons in this place.
Thus Martin sat in the second row, behind the woman who appeared to be some sort of punk and a man who seemed very business oriented. As he sat, they paid him no mind as they were instead intently examining their individual copy of a pamphlet about Greenhills, a pamphlet that Martin had somehow missed out on. While he liked that he hadn't been greeted or bothered, he did feel left out not having a pamphlet of his own. As of such, he leaned over and looked at the punk girl's pamphlet, at least until she looked up at him and pulled it away.
"Perv!" she said and Martin felt his face go red as he realized what she thought he had been doing.
"N-no," Martin stuttered. "I--ah..."
But then the lights went out in the room and a screen rolled noisily down at the wall in front of them. Any explanation Martin might have had was lost as a loud click was heard, followed by cheery music and a video appearing on the screen, that of a black and white image of Greenhills and its many houses that dotted said hills. A moment later, the music quieted down as a voice from a time period Martin could not quite place spoke.
"Welcome all to Dimension 72-L, but most importantly welcome to Greenhills, the calmest, cheerful community this side of reality! Welcome to orientation, your first step into becoming a part of this place, and by golly what a place!"
There was an audible click and the video shifted to show a more zoomed in view of a particular cluster of homes and the people milling in and around them, though Martin noticed all of the "people" were what looked like humanoid mice. Martin had known that this dimension's natives were not human, but not he knew what they actually were. They were actually kind of...cute with their outfits and mannerisms that reminded him so much of an earlier time, though it could not have been a time he had actually taken part in.
"Greenhills has over 152 zilmoids of space, holds a little under ten thousand residents who make up 57 communities, and soon you will be part of one! Well, that is if--"
There was a scratching sound and then another click. The image on screen shifted and a word overlaid on top of it in bright red letters: RULES
"If you follow our four easy rules! Here's the first one!"
A click and a phrase showed up. Martin squinted at it.
"Observe the rules! Seems easy enough, no?"
Another click followed with a second phrase under the first.
"Be nice! Well, you wouldn't be here if you weren't already!"
Click, and a third phrase.
"Enjoy the services! We have so much to offer, and so do you! And lastly..."
This time, a cheerful sounding horn, not a click sounded while letters sparkled with gold at the bottom of the screen.
"Yes, this will be the time of your life! Geez, those rules aren't bad at all, now are they?"
Martin shook his head. No, they weren't. They sounded quite nice, actually though he did wonder if there were actually more rules. It seemed like pretty loose living otherwise.
There was another click and the rules flashed pink, then vanished from the screen. Martin blinked, and then blinked again as the pink letter burned an afterimage in his eyes and most curious of all was that some of the letters seemed to be entirely different. By the time the letters had faded way, the lights had turned back on, the screen had rolled up, and the only word he had deciphered was "wife." He did find it odd, especially since that word hadn't been there in the first place, but all thoughts were cast aside as a mouse man wearing brown pants, a jacket, and a tie stepped seemingly out of nowhere in front of them. He smiled and clutched a very feminine hat embroidered with flowery looking patterns in his paws.
"Hello there, hello and welcome to Greenhills! I'm Richard Greenhills, but you can call me Rich. I'm the owner and founder of Greenhills and I wanted to personally welcome you to this wonderful place!" He looked around the room, his nose twitching. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"Ugh!" snorted one of the men Martin hadn't really paid attention to. He was tall and well muscled and he wore clothing that matched the current trend of Earth-oriented dimensions, a rubbery jumpsuit inscribed with several symbols from cultures so far out there that they were almost meaningless. He stood and folded his arms across his chest.
"Sure, it's so wonderful and nice and happy," the man said. "But it's so manufactured, so derivative! I wanted to come to a place where it was all real, original. I came for the feels, not nostalgia!"
"Ah," Richard said, frowning. "Angel, is it?" The man nodded. "Well, Angela, you may leave if you wish. I'd be sorry to see you go because you're missing so much, but your choice is your choice." He smiled again. "Still, if you leave please leave that way." He nodded towards the left side of the room where there was a door Martin hadn't noticed before. "We wouldn't want you to be lost on your way out."
The smirked and stepped past the mouse. Without a glance back, he opened the door and disappeared into it and so did the door. Martin scratched his head.
"Greenhills isn't for everyone," Richard said. "No, it's for all! He's not the first to doubt this place. In fact..." Richard's smile widened and his beady black eyes came alight with delight. "I'm sure we'll be seeing him soon. And why wouldn't he? Greenhills offers so much...safety, security, service, and there's our rules of course! Simple enough, aren't they? Why don't you repeat them after me? Are you all game for that? I promise I'll leave you alone afterwards to enjoy the rest of the orientation!"
Martin and the rest nodded.
"O.K.! First: observe the rules! Second: be mice!"
"Huh?" said the other man Martin hadn't paid much attention to. He was short and nerdy looking, his wide, blocky glasses doing him no favors. "Be mice?"
"Oh?" Richard chuckled, his ears twitching in amusement. "I didn't mean to say be mice. What I meant to say was, be mice."
Martin shivered at the words. It wasn't that it was cold here, it was just it had felt for a moment that his skin had prickled all over at once. He panted. In fact, it was starting to seem warm, too warm in here. He shifted uncomfortably at his seat and pulled at the collar of his shirt. That seemed to do something, but then his hair fell across his eyes. He pushed it aside, scarcely questioning when it had gotten so long or why his forehead felt fuzzy. He had other things to worry about, like how his hips ached and his feet pressed against his shoes. He bent down to begin to loosen them, his gaze meaning to look at what was the matter until it came across that flowery hat on the way down.
"Er," he heard the nerd say, while still staring at the flowery hat. He had never been one for headgear, but there was something enticing about it and its pattern. So simple, yet alluring. He imagined it would look good on him. "You said the same thing again."
"Did I?" Richard said, then cleared his throat. "Let's see here...be mice. Be mice. No, no, what I want to say is be mice. Gosh darn it, golly gee whiz!" He cleared his throat again. "Give me a minute on this."
Martin was more than happy to give it to him. He continued to stare at the hat and noticed as the floral patterns began to swirl together. It was hypnotizing and comforting, so comforting that he scarcely noticed as white fur crept up over his skin and hair, subsuming it entirely with a pelt that was polished and preened, so soft and beautiful not unlike the flowers on the hat. Martin did notice, however, when his nose pressed against the chair in front of him. He recoiled and sat back upright. He blinked and his eyes were temporarily blurry as they adjusted so for a moment he could only touch and feel what was his snout. It was short and smooth and felt soft to the under. When he touched his nose, he giggled and that moment his vision became crystal clear. He could see his snout and its little pink nose and the slim clawed hands he currently used to touch it.
"Ah, ahh!" Martin's ears twitched near the top of his head and he turned to see Richard smiling. He held out the floral hat in the front of him as he looked down at it. "I think I've got it."
There was a long pause and while Martin waited he kicked off his loose shoes and let out a sigh of relief as his pawed feet were set free. He stretched out his toes before setting them down, idly clicking his diminutive claws against the floor.
"Be mice," Richard began, making Martin wince as he felt something pressed out from base of his spine. He leaned forward and his gaze caught the flowery hat again. He sighed and rested his snout on his paws as he stared dreamily at it. Richard tried to say what he meant to say again and again and with each failed try Martin felt what was his tail pushed out above his rear. He did have to reach a hand back to make sure the growing appendage made its way out of his pants, but afterwards all he had to concentrate on was the hat and Richard's voice. He hardly cared that the mouse man was having so much trouble because it meant he had more time to focus on the flower. He could almost imagine their feminine fragrance.
"Be mice, be mice, no, be nice! Aha! I got it!" Richard exclaimed, causing Martin to look from the hat to him. The mouse man shook his head and smiled apologetically. "Oh, I'm so sorry for wasting your time like that. Maybe I should just leave you be to enjoy the rest of the orientation...if you can remember the rest of the rules that is."
"Oh, that's easy," the nerd said, though he was no longer the same nerd. He was smaller still and the glasses rested far down his long snout. He rubbed his paws together before pulling one back to stroke at a round, grey ear. Martin looked over the rest of the other Greenhills hopefuls and saw that the woman was still just as punkish, her fur dyed in odd colors here and there and her ears were pierced with several gauche pieces of jewelry while the businesslike mouse man still fit his suit even if his paws were thinner. "It's, um, enjoy our services!"
Richard laughed and shook his head. "No, no, that's not it. It's--"
"Enjoy your service," A sweet, high-pitched voice answered. Martin looked up to see a familiar looking mouse woman in a spotted red dress walk into the room from a side door that disappeared as soon as it appeared. "That's what it is."
"Ah, I see you've decided to join us after all, Angela!" Richard said.
"Of course!" the mouse woman said with a wide smile and a squeak. "This is all so real and I feel it now!"
Richard grinned and nodded. "Take a seat then. We only have one rule to go, the last one for your mousewives."
"But," the nerd began. "I don't think--"
Richard flung the hat at the nerdy mouse and it landed on his head as easily as if the male mouse had been playing a game of horseshoes. The nerd stood, his glasses falling off his snout. He reached up to touch the hat and when he did, his eyes glazed over and an easy smile washed over his face. He sat and stared dreamily at Richard.
"Now then," the mouse said. "The last rule. Would anyone else like to say it?"
"Yes!" the business mouse said. "This will be the time of your life!"
Richard chuckled. "Close enough, but not. Yes, this will be the time of your life, but more important this will be your time as a wife."
Martin shivered. Wife. That word...he couldn't get it out of his mind because it had already been there, not even buried but recently. His hips ached again and this time it felt like they were pulling apart. Worse was the sudden soreness in his chest and worse still was the tightness at his crotch. He didn't think he had to go to the bathroom, but he stood anyways and raised one slimming hand while holding his loose pants up with the other.
"Er," he said in a voice that seemed slightly smaller, slightly higher. "Could I go to the--"
Richard nodded and gestured towards the back where Martin found there was a restroom. "Of course, of course. Just please meet us outside afterwards. Oh! And don't forget our gift!"
"Gift?" Martin squeaked.
"Yes, yes!" Richard said. "Look beneath your seat!"
Martin did so, his chest bouncing as he bent over, and found a package wrapped checkered paper. He took it and then hurried towards the restroom, especially when his crotch. He was about to enter it when he saw the sign. "LADIES' ROOM" it read, with a picture of a smiling mouse woman above it. He blinked and entered anyways, quickly closing the doors behind him just as his pants fell to the ground. He squeaked, placing the package against the sink while his package sank inside him. He meant to pull his pants back up, but as he went to do so his boxers slid down too, revealing wide hips, warmly furred thighs thicker than he remembered, and...something that slipped away to be replaced by a warm, white furred cleft like any proper mousewife should. Curious, Martin reached down and squeaked, quickly pulling her paw away as she confirmed she truly was a woman. Looking down at her chest, she saw that she was even more of a woman that she thought, her plump breasts pushing against her shirt and showing quite some cleavage. She threw off her shirt and looked over her shoulder, wiggling her well-rounded tush before tugging at her wormy tail. She was quite cute, but something still seemed suddenly wrong, but what was it? She was slim, she had curves, a generous bust, and well...something still seemed off. Hoping to find some answers, she looked towards the mirror and scoffed. It was disturbingly dirty!
Luckily there was some cleaning supplies right on the sink, ready and waiting for her. She took them and began to scrub away at the mirror, humming a tune she had heard not too long ago, one that reminded her of green hills and quiet, cozy communities. Cleaning felt good, cleaning felt natural, it brought order and she knew whatever husband she had adored order just as much as she.
As she cleaned up the mirror, she uncovered not only herself, but some phrases written into the mirror so lightly that they hardly obscured the view. When she found her face, with her large round ears and eyes, her cute snout, and easy smile she also found the first rule of the Mousewives of Greenhills.
"Observe your man's rules," she said and giggled. "But of course!"
Next was her chest and stomach, so slim and sleek and elegantly furred and complete with two bobbing breasts. She touched each one gingerly before remembering her modesty and reading the second rule.
"Be nice mice!" she said and giggled again. "Well duh!"
Third was her slim waist and wide hips, further below her womanhood, and behind it all her heart shaped rear and twirling tail. Of course, there was the third rule too.
"Enjoy your service! You have so much to offer!" she read, then twirled around slowly, looking over herself again. "That I do!"
Finally the mirror was clean and it shined and sparkled so much so that she couldn't help but feel pride. And while the mirror couldn't quite show her legs and cute pawfeet, she tilted her head to see enough of it along with the fourth and final rule.
"Yes," she breathed. "This will be my time as a wife!"
The thought and phrase filled her with joy. She couldn't wait to be a wife! All Martin had to do was go out there and--
She stopped. Something wasn't right. She giggled to herself. It wasn't just one thing, but two! First, she was naked. She thought she knew the solution to that, and the old, ratty clothes on the floor just wouldn't do. Next, her name. Martin? That just wouldn't do!
She opened the package and squealed at what she found inside. It was perfect! A black panties and bra--only her husband should see that!--a one-piece, warmly coloured floral dress just as she always wanted and wore, red high heels perfectly sized, a cute little purse with spots all over, and a small, slightly floppy polka dotted hat. She quickly began to get dressed, and while she was doing so she heard a knock on the door.
"Hello?" she heard Richard say, and she shivered at his voice. It sounded so handsome, just like him! If only he weren't already engaged...
"Yes?" she squeaked.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes, dear," she said, now full dressed. She looked over herself in the mirror and realized she had two problems, but now it seemed she only had ever had one. What was the other one? It had been so pressing and now--
"No rush, Martha," Richard said. "Take your time."
That was it! Martha squeaked and rushed out the door. Richard back away, his eyes wide with surprise. He held up his hands.
"I'm ready now, you silly man," she said, giving him a quick kiss. It was something small and not what she meant to do with her husband when she found him. She looked around and found an empty room, devoid of even chairs. She turned towards Richard. "Well, where is he?"
"Outside," Richard said, motioning towards a wide set of double doors where a video had once played. Unable to contain herself, Martha rushed towards the door as fast as she could with her high heels on and pushed them open. She blinked, suddenly finding herself beneath a sunny, blue sky with green hills all around. Ahead of four other mousewives, Angela of course with her timeless fashion, Mary with her stiff formal clothes, Linda as the mousiest mouse of them all although she did have cute glasses and that nice hat, and Susan, who have cleaned up nicely since Martha had last seen her, far past silly punk stage. They had their husbands too, nice looking mice all of them, but they weren't her husband. No, she didn't see him until her gaze swept past Susan and her husband to the mouse standing alone, a tall mouse wearing a dark suit who sported even darker fur. He smiled at her and in his black eyes Martha knew she had found home. She walked briskly towards him and him towards her and when they met, they embraced.
"Martha," he said in his husky voice. "You look like my sort of gal, dame."
"Oh, Tom," she said, her nose twitching as she took in his scent. "Honey!"
They kissed quickly and then moved to stand side by side, his strong arm around her slim shoulders while hers was on his waist, in line with the rest of the Mousewives of Greenhills. Richard came out before them with a camera. He smiled as he looked over the happy couples.
"Orientation is over," he announced. "Now come on, smile everyone!"
Martha smiled, truly happy, ready to obey her husband's wishes, glad to be a mouse, ready to serve, but mostly of all just joyous to be a wife. She hugged her husband tighter and smiled deeper, her ears held up high.
"On three, say I love to Greenhills! One, two, three--"
"I love Greenhills!"