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Family Values Vixen

By feder

For Lapsa

Kiki wasn't the biggest fan of the local dive bar, but there wasn't much else to do on a Friday night and the drinks were at least good and cheap, thanks in no small part to her friend, Annora. Annora took her usual spot on the seat right next to Kiki's, fishing a pack of cigs from the pocket of her punk-chic army surplus jacket. The rat girl cut a peculiar figure next to the vixen: rodent next to predator, blizzard white fur next to Kiki's colorful pelt, green army jacket decorated with various band logos and rodent nationalist pins(for shock value, she would often reassure the vixen.) with a red plaid skirt, black fishnet stockings and combat boots rounding out Annora's 'bad girl' ensemble.

Kiki, meanwhile, decided on a yellow tube top and high-cut denim shorts. She wasn't the type to wear shoes, but she did find a pair of nice sandals that let her paws breath in the muggy mid-summer heat. The bartender disinterestedly slid their drinks over and Kiki took a sip from her peach daiquiri. Some time passed and the two found themselves attracting a lot of attention from the male patrons, mostly unwanted. Kiki was on her third cocktail and had already let just as many guys down gently. The vixen turned to look at Annora, who was chatting up a white-furred rabbit in a rather tacky avocado green leisure suit. The rat girl seemed to enjoy the attention from the guys, while Kiki was starting to want to go home, at least her apartment wasn't soaked in cigarette smoke and neon light.

Then, that same rabbit with snowy white fur casually sat down next to Kiki at the bar, leaning close to her. She could see his left ear was decorated with a gaudy brass stud. He put a soft, warm paw on the vixen's shoulder. "Hey there, you come around this place often?" His voice, his smirk, the way he was dressed... it was all more than a little sleazy.

"Not interested, sorry." Kiki said, glancing over at the lapine playboy. She twitched her tail as she scooted away from him on her stool. The rabbit had a musky scent about him that told Kiki he hadn't showered in a while. Kiki waved the bartender over to refill her drink, deciding she would just ignore the bunny until he got the hint.

"The vixen's drinks are on me." Pacer spoke up as the bear poured Kiki's drink in grunted acknowledgment.

"I'm Pacer, what's your name?" The rabbit smiled back at Kiki, his soft paw brushed against the back of Kiki's own paw as he took a drink from his glass with the other.

"So what's a pretty thing like you doing in a dive like this?" Kiki chuckled. Pacer might be sleazy, but a free drink was a free drink.

"Kiki." She looked over at Annora, the rat was smirking as she stirred her cocktail. She kept looking back at Pacer and Kiki out of the corner of her eyes, which made the vixen think she was enjoying her predicament.

"Nice name..." Pacer said, scooting his stool closer to the two ladies, "...It's cute. His cotton tail wiggled a bit, then he watched Kiki for a while with his bright green eyes. "This isn't your scene is it?"

Kiki shrugged. "I've been to worse, but I'm really just here because my friend wanted to go ..." she glanced back at Pacer. "So are you on a dry run tonight or what?"

"Yeah..." Pacer leaned forward on the bar. "I'm just looking for the right one." His nose wiggled cutely as he smiled over at Kiki again. "Nice fur by the way" He stroked one of his long ears as he watched her take a drink. "I didn't know vixens came in those colors." He chuckled. "Natural? I mean it's cool if you dye it."

"Yeah it's natural. Island Fox" Kiki smiled, it was always the fur the guys noticed, the bright blue and greens...

"Lovely..." Pacer smiled, inching closer to her. Kiki wrinkled her nose, wondering when was the last time the rabbit bathed. "...You know, you're not like the girls around here."

Kiki's ears perked up. "Yeah?"

"Annora told me all about you, you're a real free spirit, that's pretty cool."

"Oh?"

Pacer put his arm around her, smiling. "Oh totally, most of the ladies where I come from, they're not as..." He tapped the countertop with his finger, trying to come up with a polite way to put it, "...independant as you. "

"Thanks." Kiki said, it was an unusual compliment but she'd take it.

"Yeah, where I come from... the women tend to be more quiet... polite... the kind of gal who brings her man a beer when he gets home." Paced looked in Kiki's eyes as he gently ran a claw tip along her cheek. "Not a whole lot of tomboys."

Kiki sniffed the air, letting the rabbit's musk flow through her. It was raunchy... but oddly alluring. "Why is that?" she said, already feeling a little tipsy from her drinking.

"Say, why don't we go outside where the air is better?" Pacer said, his scent almost soaking into the things around him. "We can talk some more there... in private."

Kiki looked back at Annora who nodded approvingly, then followed the rabbit as he strolled out of the bar. They had reached a secluded area out behind the bar shaded by trees when Pacer turned and gazed into Kiki's eyes.

"So what do you want to...Eeep!" Kiki yelped as the bunny dipped his paw down the front of her shorts.

"I want to talk about you and me... our relationship..." Pacer said, his eyes almost glowing an eerie green color.

"Our relationship... but we just..." Kiki's protest was interrupted as Pacer plunged his fingers into her snatch, sending a flash-of pleasure up her spine that made her tail almost twitch upwards.

"Oh don't be silly, your rat friend sold you to me. This is a relationship, vixen." And with a violent jerk of his arm, he yanked her shorts down, sending the brass button flying off.

Kiki hadn't had time to cry out before the rabbit pinned her against a tree, kneading and probing her moist sex as he pulled down her panties with his free paw.

"You like this don't you? I always knew vixens were sluts. You're all so irresponsible, lifting your tail for anything with a cock... Good thing I'm here to make something of you."

"You can't do this, I'l-" Kiki yelled, before a sharp slap to her nose shut her up. She held her stinging pink nose in her paw, whimpering in pain.

"You'll learn your place, girl." Pacer said through gritted teeth. "You're not much of a mate as you are, no sir..."

"Wuh...What?"

"Come on, babe... you know what I mean. You're too modern for your own good!" Pacer chuckled. "Silly fox, a girl like you belongs in the home... with her husband."

"Husband?" Kiki couldn't take her eyes off Pacer's own, her struggling slowly started to cease as she stared, letting the rabbit pull her top down to expose her breasts.

"That's right... me. I wanted to see if I could make something like you into a good wife, and your rat friend was all too happy to sell you. And honestly..." Pacer grinned, baring his buck teeth at her, "...I think I payed just a bit too much for you."

"Let me g-!" Kiki's yelling was again interrupted, this time by Pacer holding her muzzle shut.

"Here's how this is going to work out, my dear... You are going to come home with me, and then we'll see if we can't make you into the perfect little housewife."

Kiki silently looked past Pacer and saw Annora walking towards them, the rat had a syringe of clear-colored liquid in her paw.

"Is she ready to go?" Annora finally spoke.

Pacer nodded and before the vixen could react, the rat she thought was her friend plunged the needle into her neck and everything quickly went dark.

---

Kiki woke to find herself with a throbbing headache in a warm bed with soft, quilted sheets. She sat up slowly, holding her bushy tail in both arms as she realized that Pacer was lying next to her, and the both of them were naked.

Her lapine captor rolled over at hearing the noise, looking at her with a stern expression. "You rejected me..."

"Where am I? What are you gonna do to me?" Kiki said, still groggy from the tranquilizers jabbed into her.

Pacer gripped her neck firmly as he sat up. "You're gonna have to learn to be a good wife. I'm not going to come out of this regretting my purchase, comprende?"

Kiki could only nod as the rabbit mounted her, his eyes once again staring into her own and she found herself unable to look away... wanting to push him off or run but she just couldn't work up the nerve to do it as she stared into the verdant glow of his eyes.

"Now, before you can be my wife, you need to know that you've been naughty. What kind of bad girl goes out drinking without her man? "

"I.." Kiki wanted more than anything to argue, but the more she gazed into his eyes the more and more she felt a creeping shame, a sense of guilt.

"I'm sorry..." when the vixen said that, she felt a buzzing feeling in her head. It was like the rabbit's own consciousness was needling its way into her brain.

" I forgive you, girl... but you should know only sluts do that... are you a slutty vixen?"

"No!" Kiki cried out, feeling as if there were thousands of eyes on her in the bedroom, staring at her... judging her...

"I bet you've had hundreds of other guys, you whore!" Pacer sneered, gripping Kiki's hair as he thrust his cock into her. The vixen's entire body flinched, she was seeing stars."

"Please! I'm not... I'm a good girl!" Kiki yelped, unaware of what she was really saying, only conscious of how dirty she felt, how her entire body tingled as the rabbit hilted himself inside her. Why did it feel so good? Why did she want more?

"If you want me to marry you, you're gonna have to learn." Pacer said, his garlicky breath hot on Kiki's face. "So here is how it's going to go, I'm going to teach you and you're going to repeat everything I say." The rabbit thrusted in and out of her to punctuate every word.

"Yes..."

"Yes what?" Pacer said.

"Yes dear..." Kiki felt the guilt subside in her head, but only a little. She was a naughty slut, but she had a chance to redeem herself and... No, no no no this wasn't right... but she had been so very bad...

"A good girl relaxes and listens, you are a good girl, relax and listen like a good girl." As the rabbit's voice droned on, Kiki felt little tingles run through her skin, settling in the follicles of her fur. "You want to be a good girl"

"I...I want to be a good girl" she said as she relaxed herself beneath Pacer, feeling the fear and tension drain out of her. It felt good just to relax for a moment, perhaps this wasn't as scary as she thought it'd be. All she had to do was be a good girl and everything would be okay.

Pacer continued his educational mantra, every word needling deeper and deeper into the vixen's mind.

"You want to look pretty for your husband, a good girl looks pretty for her husband. A good girl obeys and loves her husband, you want a nice, strong husband to take care of. A good girl cooks and cleans for her husband. you love cooking and cleaning for your husband. "

"I want to look pretty for m-my husband. I obey and love my husband." Kiki repeated the words, feeling more of that fear and tension just drain away as if leaving with each syllable. "A want a nice strong husband....I want to cook and clean for my husband..." The words echoed in her mind in both their voices. All she had to do was be a good girl, and everything would be okay.

With every word, Kiki's body grew softer, curvier, more matronly as her hips widened and filled out and she felt her legs fill out to match them, with her formerly flat belly taking on just enough paunch to give her body a sensual, cuddly pear shape.

The changing fox absent-mindedly repeated the gist of everything her captor said "I want to look pretty for my husband...I want a nice strong husband....I want to cook and clean for my husband." she said in her altered state of mind, not even able to note the changes happening to her body. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was still fighting, but something about that rabbit was so alluring and strong, almost like that husband she needed so badly...wait what?

Pacer continued to educate Kiki as her lips filled out, becoming soft and pillowy and more kissable. "You need your husband's leadership." "A good girl obeys her husband, you will obey and love your husband."

"I need my husband's leadership, A good girl obeys her husband, I will obey and love my husband..." the vixen said, beginning to think about how nice it'd be to see her husband smile. She adjusted her position beneath the rabbit as he felt the changes, however not enough to turn away from his gaze, in fact she began to stare even more intently into his eyes.

"It is not a good girl's place to think, a good girl follows orders when told." Pacer droned on and Kiki's chest started to tingle and feel hot, as her breasts grew steadily larger and firmer with every passing moment. "A good girl belongs in the home, you want to stay home."

"It's not a good girl's place to think, a good girl follows orders when told. A good girl belongs in the home, I want to stay home" the enthralled fox repeated the words almost effortlessly now. She had tried arguing against the bunny in her mind, but stopped herself immediately. Why think about it? Thinking was not what good girls did. She knew good girls obeyed their husbands and that was it. Kiki's chest filled out, going up cup size by cup size as her captor and soon to be husband continued his hypnotic lesson.

"A good girl knows her place, you will know your place. A good girl is happy in the home, serving her husband." He said.

"A good girl knows her place, I will know my place....A good girl is happy in the home, serving her husband..." she says as she continues to listen to her husband... her master. She couldn't wait to cook for him, clean his house and bear litter after litter of his offspring, it felt like that was all she was looking forward to at the moment.

Kiki's hair grew out longer and curlier as she lost a few inches of height, she had been just a bit too tall for the bunny, but that was being fixed now.

"Your husband is your better, you are not his equal. A good girl understands this."

The formerly slutty vixen felt the fur on the back of her neck tingle as she continued to listen to her husband's voice "My husband is my better, a good girl understands this..." she said, thinking about how she needed a good man to direct her in life. She wanted to prove to Pacer she could be the perfect housewife, she needed this more than anything.

"You want to prove what a good woman you are. You want to be the best housewife you can be. A good girl is ready to give up everything for her husband's happiness." Pacer said, every word echoing through Kiki's consciousness.

As she listened, the color began to drain out of her fur, going from bright blue to slate to dull gray as her curly hair followed suit, green with orange highlights graying out as her independence and free will drained out of her.

Kiki winced a bit as Pacer began thrusting into her harder and faster, "I want to prove what a good woman I am, I want to be the best housewife I can be, A good girl is ready to give up everything for her husband's happiness..." she said, giving in completely to the ideas her lapine husband was putting in her head. "I'm a good girl!"

And then, Pacer grunted and his cock surged inside Kiki, blasting his thick potent seed into her. She could feel the rush of joy in her mind as she felt those hot fertile ropes flood her womb, letting the thoughts of being a good housewife blend together with motherhood. The daydream barely seemed long enough though, as soon as Pacer had finished cumming he rolled off of her to leave her with the lingering warm and full feeling. She had done it, she had redeemed herself.

"Good girl..." Pacer huffed, cuddling up next to his new property. "Get some sleep now, in the morning, you get to make me breakfast."

"Thank you." Kiki said, closing her eyes. As she drifted off into a dreamless treacle sleep, the words 'Good girl' echoed through her mind.

---

Kiki rose from her bed feeling brand new. She smiled warmly down at Pacer, who was still sleeping soundly, and got dressed. The outfit was laid out for her on a chair in the corner of the room: a dress, stockings, and shiny red high-heels. She dug through the dresser for a bra and a pair of panties that matched the black sheer stockings and put them on, fumbling with the clasp to the black lace bra for a bit. Then, she took the stockings and sat down on the bed. She lifted her long, shapely legs as she slid them on one by one, savoring the pleasantly tight, cool nylon on her fur. Kiki wiggled her toes, looking forward to Pacer running his paws over her legs. She lived for his touch, for his approval.

Next, she slipped the high heels on and took the dress, a flowing pleated green polka-dot dress cut low in the chest to show off her D cup cleavage. She lifted it over her head and squeezed into it, it felt pleasantly tight around her hips and waist in a way that made her tail wag. She palmed her chest, bouncing her tits in her paws as she idly fantasized about her husband nuzzling into them, his whiskers tickling her.

Then, when she looked at herself in the mirror, a fleeting pang of sadness came over her. Her fur was dull gray and white, with faded markings that reminded her of something... but what was it? She shook her head and took the brush from the dresser, touching up her fur and curly hair. The thoughts left her though - If she didn't remember, then it wasn't important, besides it was Pacer's job to think for her.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she made her way to the kitchen, humming an old love song as she got out the eggs and some veggies for a nice omelette. As she prepared breakfast, her thoughts kept going back to Pacer. Oh Pacer... Kiki's heart fluttered, she had to be the luckiest vixen alive to be wed to such a wonderful husband.

And almost as if summoned by her, Pacer came into the kitchen and put his arms around her, hugging her from behind. "Good morning, babe."

"Good morning, honey." She replied, a tranquil smile on her face. Her whiskers twitched as she took in his raunchy musk, that silly boy still hadn't taken a shower. The rabbit nuzzled into her neck, nibbling gently as she let out a feminine moan.

"Tonight, we're trying for your first litter. Sound good?"

"Yes dear." Kiki sighed happily as she envisioned herself nine months pregnant, carrying her husband's spawn and giving him the family he deserved from her.

"Good girl," said Pacer, patting her on the bum. She giggled and he strolled over to the dining table, having a seat as she finished cooking the meal. Her tail wagged as she set the food down. It smelt delicious, especially considering she hadn't cooked very much prior to her domestication.

As they ate, Pacer talked about him, his job, and their relationship with Kiki listening for the most part, only speaking up to agree with Pacer or to answer something he asked her, and always with the most demure, adoring tone of voice.

After they finished eating, Kiki did the dishes while her husband made a list of her chores for the day and pinned it to the wall. She had a lot to do, but she didn't mind at all. It was simply her place to clean and keep the house orderly for her husband, her master and teacher, the bedrock of her existence.

She gracefully flitted about the house as she attended to her duties. Kiki found a simple, almost zen pleasure in sweeping the floor and dusting the furniture. It put her a happier, simpler frame of mind... Every so often, she tried to remember what she had been doing the day before, but the vixen invariably lost interest before probing too deeply. It didn't matter, only the ring on her finger and Pacer's approval mattered.

As she finished dusting, Pacer approached her, giving her chest a gentlemanly squeeze eliciting a bashful giggle from Kiki. "So honey, how about you tell me more about your friends? I bet those girls would just love to be set up with husbands of their own."

And she happily gave the rabbit everything she knew about her fellow vixens: names, addresses, and every bit of info Pacer pressed her for. Kiki had no way of knowing what was to happen to them, that she had just made Annora a lot of money... all she could think about was how happy they'd be to finally settle down. Just like her, she was Even when Pacer used her naked body as a tea tray during lunch, she was happy.

When night came around, she laid back, wearing only her stockings and heels as Pacer commanded. Pacer was always right, after all.

"Ready to have my kids, fox?" Pacer said, grabbing her throat in both paws. Kiki silently nodded and he thrust in. Kiki squealed and cried out his name over and over, louder and louder as he fucked her. She needed this, even more than he did. A good girl was a mother, she was a good girl. All throughout the night they coupled, with Pacer biting and scratching at Kiki's neck and chest to mark her, to show the world that the vixen belonged to him. And when finally his seed filled her, they laid in bed together, their eyes locked on each other.

"I love you so much..." Kiki panted, rubbing her belly with her paw, feeling more fulfilled than she ever had before.

"I know you do..." Pacer chuckled, out of breath but satisfied with his slave's performance. And that is simply what Kiki had become, this was her life now: cooking, cleaning and consortium, with her friends falling one by one into the same trap as the vixen remained blissfully unaware of what the rabbit's intentions were. But that was fine with Kiki, everything was fine. She was a good girl at long last, and she would be a good girl for Pacer no matter what it took. After all, a good girl obeyed her husband.