Home Ec. 101
A collab written with a dear friend. A young vixen finds herself and her friends seeing things differently after taking a special class.
Home Ec. 101
by feder and Dissonance
"This is just complete bullshit..." Sheila sighed as she typed away at on her laptop, moonlight peering in through the window beside her. Ever since that poodle lady from Pleasantville started teaching at the college, things had been different. For one thing, Home Ec. was now a required course. Of all things to make a mandatory credit, it was that relic of a class! Sheila finished her paper and brushed a piece of lint out of her fox tail. Perhaps it wasn't so bad, Home Ec. was an easy credit and maybe that lazy roommate of hers would learn what a broom was for.
When the class came around, Sheila sat in the back of the class and watched the new instructor, a prim and almost insufferably proper poodle lady named Janice explaining the course.
"I know you think this is an outdated course..." She said, her curly hair dyed a deep crimson. Well, Sheila was sure it was dyed, nobody's fur was that shade naturally. "... but the skills I will teach you are still necessary. A clean house, a home cooked meal... this things never go out of style."
As she prattled on, the puma sitting next to Sheila made a dismissive jerking-off motion, and the vixen just had to laugh. Not too loudly of course, this class wasn't worth getting in trouble over.
"And I may be old fashioned, but who says being traditional always has to be bad?" The poodle's eyes, her deep brown eyes zeroed in on Sheila and her new puma friend. "Right, ladies?"
"I guess the guys in this class are going to learn to hunt a mammoth, then?" And as the puma girl said that, the class erupted into laughter and Mrs. Janice quietly fumed, her red fur turning an even deeper shade of crimson as she glared at the cat.
"Sheila... Tamara... After class." Janice growled. The rest of the class fell silent, but Tamara was not intimidated. Rather, the puma just smirked and leaned back in her chair. Sheila wasn't quite as unshaken. The way the poodle glared at them, it was white-hot contempt. Like it was on the very edge of outright hatred for the two of them and what they stood for.
Class ended after a very tense half-hour and as Sheila and Tamara were leaving, the teacher stood in front of them, barring the door with her arms folded across her quite ample chest. The puma girl smiled at her and Janice curled her mouth in a half-sneer.
"I don't know what you two are trying to do..." Mrs. Janice growled, "but you will not, will not interfere with my class again, do you understand me?" Sheila looked down at her feet and Tamara rolled her eyes. "You two are not going to fail this class, do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am." Sheila said, not at all convincingly. Tamara just nodded, sticking her paws in the pockets of her jeans. Janice reached into the pocket of the apron she wore over her black-and-red swing dress and retrieved a pair of tapes. "These are some recorded lessons, this should help you get ahead in this class." The girls took the tapes, with Tamara scowling down at hers.
"Whatever you say..." Sheila said, walking away with her puma friend in tow, a taped lecture wasn't too bad. She'd just ace this class, maybe help Tamara out, and then she could focus on the courses that actually mattered to her. She saw Tamara on campus after he last class and walked over to the puma, tail held high.
"That Mrs. Janice is a real bitch, huh?" Tamara said, a half-spent cigarette in her paw. Sheila nodded, the vixen following her as they strolled off towards the dorm building. Inside, the two went their separate ways, but not without swapping social media info. There's something to Tamara that excited Sheila, a sort of blithe and untamed independence that was depressingly rare on campus. There were the fare share of eccentrics, stoners, and the like but Sheila had never in her two years on campus seen any of them talk as bluntly to an instructor like Tamara had. Mrs. Janice herself seemed to have inspired a particular sort of reverence since she showed up, nobody contradicted or argued with her, not even other faculty. And Sheila definitely noticed how very few even neglected to speak to her without a self-effacing "Yes Ma'am".
"Yes Ma'am", "Of course, Ma'am", "I agree completely, Ma'am". The poodle had a way of making others say such things in the most groveling way possible. Even thinking about it made bile rise in Sheila's throat as she entered her door room and dropped her bag on the counter. Dawn, Her room-mate, was just as idle as ever, the skunkette lounged on the sofa, her feet with days-unwashed pink pads resting on the arm, half-eaten bag of chips resting between her breasts in a way that might have been sexy if it weren't the trail of crumbs running down the front of her soft, white-furred belly.
"Sup, foxy?" Dawn said, half-heartedly brushing the fragments of cool ranch flavored chips off. She blinked her hazel eyes at the vixen, looking like she had just come out of another one of her 'skunk naps' as she called them. How Dawn managed to not only attend her classes but pass every single one despite Sheila never having seen her crack open a textbook was a mystery to the vixen.
"Hey Dawn, Home Ec is a mandatory class now." Sheila said, sitting down next to her roomie as the skunk shifted to give her room and she gladly settled in right next to Dawn's fluffy plume of a tail. What she lacked in hygiene and work ethic, Dawn more than made up with in being soft.
"I know, I have to start taking it tomorrow." The skunk said with a disappointed sigh, and Sheila wasn't sure if it was the change to her schedule or the idea of doing any more work that vexed her. "It's gonna fuck up my schedule" Dawn pouted and Sheila rolled her eyes.
"Maybe it'll teach you how to clean up after yourself for once." She said, gently ribbing Dawn as she got up. "I gotta study, then how about we order in a pizza?"
Dawn smiled at the vixen, "Sounds good." Sheila brushed a couple stray crumbs out of her tail as she made her way into her room. The vixen shut the door behind her, if this taped lesson was going to do her any good, she'd have to concentrate. She dug the tape out of the pocket of her jeans and put it in the player she got from an audiophile friend last semester. The tape hissed to life as she pressed play, a soft-spoken yet authoritative female voice introduced the lesson.
"Welcome to the Pleasantville Home Economics course! This taped lesson will introduce you to valuable home-making skills to please your husband!"
Sheila adjusted her headphones. Did she hear that, really? "Gosh these tapes must be really old if they assume I'm doing this for some guy..." Sheila muttered to herself, the tape continued to play the lesson, going over the basics on the importance of home making skills in the most sickeningly patronizing language Sheila could imagine. Every tidbit of information was "a woman's duty" or "essential for a good wife" or "guaranteed to please your man!"
She hit the stop button, having had enough stepford wife bullshit for one evening. She could always hear the rest after the pizza arrived and the vixen had a few drinks to make it more painless.
She awoke to an agonizingly bright sunrise flickering through the cracks in her blinds, her mind pounding as though aroused unnaturally from a drunken stupor. The memories of last night swimming lazily through her head, bubbling just below the surface of her thoughts, tauntingly out of reach for the poor vixen. Her computer seemed to be paused on the end of the tape she had spent the rest of the evening drunkenly enduring, the desk currently swarming with discarded cans of cheap spirits, fruity pre-mix drinks that at the time tasted sweet, but now leave little more than a souring taste of chemicals and alcohol on her tongue.
As she stared at the disarray of her desk space, an odd wave of frustration washed over her mind, drowning out temporarily the aching thrum of her hangover. Instead replacing her vacated thoughts and aches with a subtle infuriation, a sickening disdain. Her desk was simply disgusting to her, not just from the mess of drinks, now she was noticing the various tidbits of rubbish and packets of chips long since consumed. A solitary desire burned itself into the forefront of her mind, a mental command to her, this mess simply couldn't be allowed to remain. "I really need to clean this up" She concluded firmly. As she cleaned the mess up, Dawn rolled over in bed, muttering under her sleep. It may just have been the hangover, it may have been the vixen's imagination, but Dawn's mumblings sounded an awful lot like one of the tape's lessons. Sheila forced that thought to the back of her mind as she dug through her closet for something presentable for her morning classes. For some reason, she just wasn't feeling like going for her usual jeans and a t-shirt look. She retrieved a black pencil skirt she wore as part of a librarian costume one Halloween and got a pair of pea-green tights and a blue button-down blouse to finish the ensemble. As she changed into the outfit, sliding the smooth nylon tights and wiggling her toes in them, Sheila wondered idly if she had any high-heels to make her legs stand out, then she wondered why she wondered that.
On her way to and from her classes, she noticed things. They were small little things, nothing on their own but Shiela found they followed a general trend. The other girls she recognized from the home ec class were 'off'. They were more cheery in that superficial suburban way,they acted and dressed ever so slightly more feminine, she even saw that goth panda who sulked in the back of the class talking about boys with a sorority sister. And even more curiously, the guys from the class acted similarly feminized. The first word that came to Sheila's mind when she saw this was "virus" but that didn't make too much sense even to herself.
When Home Ec. rolled around, she took a seat next to Tamara. The puma girl looked over to her with a dazed expression before finally giving an awkward half-smile. "Hey Sheila," she said, absent-mindedly raking her claws over the desktop.
"Tam, you okay?" Sheila's whiskers bristled, now she was certain something was up.
"I'm... I'm alright, just a little out of it, you know?" The puma chuckled nervously, "I tried listening to that taped lecture the poodle bitch gave us, so boring I fell asleep. Then I woke up feeling all..." She gestured with her paw, "woozy, you know?"
The vixen nodded, noting to herself how similar Tamara's morning was to her. Sheila still felt groggy but manageable, and this stupid class wasn't really worth being out sick for, Ms. Janice seemed to her like the type to really lay on the make-up work.
"Good morning, class." The poodle said in the most insincere peppy tone imaginable, with an equally insincere smile."Today we'll be watching an instructional video!" Sheila gave a sigh of relief, a video meant she could work on some other course work, or even nod off if she wanted. Curiously, the video started with a spiral graphic, purple and pink swirling together as the same voice, that same gently domineering voice from the taped lesson started speaking.
"Good girls, begin lesson one. Clear your mind and relax," The video narrator said, with the tone and approach of a guru teaching a mantra. "It's easier to learn with a clear mind, be a good girl and clear your mind of all other thoughts. Relax and listen good girl."
Sheila looked away, no way was she playing along to this new age mind trick bullshit. She had just started working on her Chemistry notes when she noticed Tamara staring at the screen, silently mouthing the words as the video spoke them. The vixen gently tapped her on the shoulder, no response. Then, she grabbed the puma's tail and gave it a none-too-gentle yank and that did it, Tamara jumped in her seat, letting out a little yowl of pain, just barely quiet enough to escape Ms. Janice's notice.
"The fuck... Sheila?!" Tamara hissed at the vixen. Snapping free from her reverence and glaring down at Sheila. "You were zoned out Tam. Like some kind of zombie, just miming the words to the video." At that Tamara's jaw fell open, paling slightly in fear. "Really? H-holy shit..." She let out a nervous giggle, then her feline ears twitched as the both of them realized that the rest of the class had begun mindlessly repeating whatever the video said, all of their voices combining into an unthinking chorus of obedience. For a moment, it looked as though Tamara would once again join them, but Sheila's paw squeezing tightly upon her tail kept her anchored to her senses.
"This is straight outta some cult shit right here" The puma whispered, causing Sheila to chuckle a grim mirthless laugh. "Totally, promise me you'll get me outta here if they start passing around robes and punch." The two shared a soft giggle at the thought, as Tamara's tail looped around Sheila's own, and the two held tight against each other, spending the rest of their lesson keeping watch, snapping the other out of it whenever one began to sink into the sea of unthinking voices.
By the end they were both mentally exhausted, the act of cognitive focus proving far more troublesome than either could have imagined, a few times both even found themselves surrendering to a pleasant tickle at the back of their minds, a numbing bliss that felt undeniably right, before quickly waking themselves up, catching their own consciousness lingering on the edge of abyss.
The rest of her courses went without incident for Sheila, though she found herself worrying about Tamara, about the rest of the class. The fox made a mental note to speak with the Dean of Student Affairs if the little episode with the voices happened again. Then Sheila caught herself wondering if she had any dresses that looked good with her rust-colored fur, then she caught herself wondering again if she had been putting off dating for too long. Right as her last class let out, the vixen looked down and saw her Chemistry notes segue into a cake recipe.
"I'm distracted... that's all." She insisted to herself. And when she returned to her dorm, she was greeted with the sight of Dawn on all fours scrubbing their carpet, her skunk tail in the air as she hummed an old pop song to herself as she worked, a bucket of soapy water next to her. As if the sight of her room mate cleaning up wasn't unusual enough, she was wearing a skirt and had her claws painted a bright, cheery pink color.
Dawn looked up and smiled at the vixen and she smiled back. Sheila didn't know what possessed the skunk to to clean up for once, but she wasn't about to question it. "Hey Sheila, after I'm done with the floor..." the skunkette's voice wasn't as casual as it always was, and for some reason it made a nervous, tense feeling rise up from Sheila's gut, "...do you want me to cook us something?"
Now the vixen knew something was up. "Dawn... why are you wanting to cook and clean up all of a sudden?"
And Dawn just laughed and rose to her feet, patting her roomie on the shoulder. "Sheila, come on. I've been thinking and you were right, I do need to help out around here more, and I saw this really cool recipe in the Home Ec. textbook! You'll love it!"
And before the vixen could say anything else, the skunk was in the kitchen, tail swishing back and forth to a song on her mp3 player as she set out noodles, sausage meat, mushrooms and half of their spices. Sheila sank down into one of the dining chairs feeling like she was the target of an elaborate hidden camera prank. Not even a week after starting that stupid poodle bitch's class, her lazy slob of a room mate was wearing her frilly "Pet the Cook" apron making her pasta.
Could it have been... The vixen shook her head, scoffing at herself as her vulpine nose took in the savory smell of the cooking sausage. Of course it wasn't the class, or that stupid video or the stupid, stupid, stupid taped lesson. That was just silly, how could one poodle brainwash so many people so soon? If some brain-rewriting shenanigans were afoot, the entire campus would have Ms. Janice expelled or arrested. She stifled a laugh at herself. "Brainwashing" Sheila teasingly thought to herself. "You really are a silly little fox sometimes." For a brief moment that thought comforted her, "Silly silly fox, silly dumb fox girl." A smile cracked over her lips as she enjoyed the idea for a brief period, when a knock at the door disturbed her reverie, she looked up at the clock, and saw she had lost almost an hour just relaxing in her seat.
Getting up to answer the door she was stunned to see Tamara standing there, staring blankly ahead like a zombie, instinctively she stepped aside, allowing the puma to lumber past and collapse onto the couch. "Sorry Sheila... I'm just really tired I think, been trying to study for ages but... nothing's really sticking, my head feels like I just downed a litre of vodka..." She rolls over, looking up at Sheila, pouting lazily. "Think you and Dawn could help me get my head around it? Please?".
As if summoned on cue Dawn practically bounced into the room from the kitchen. "Dinners ready ladies! Now hop to it, I expect both of you to be good girls and plant your keisters in those seats by the time I bring the plates out." A new surge of energy endowed the girls as they found themselves already hurrying over to the dining table. Even Tamara had found her hunger far more pressing than her exhaustion, just managing to find her seat before dawn came out with three plates balanced perfectly on her arms. With a practiced grace and skill the formerly lazy skunk whisked around the table, planting a plate of ravioli before each of the girls before laying one down at her own seat, sitting quietly for a moment to let the other two enjoy the enticing sight and aroma of her meal. "W-whoa Dawn, this smells incredible! You should really cook more often" Sheila found herself saying, heir tail wagging behind her in intrigue and excitement at the concept of getting to taste the divinely intoxicating meal before her. She took a bite of the ravioli and closed her eyes in pure delight. The food was perfect, the cheese sprinkled on top of the raviolis was gooey and moist, the tomato based sauce was tangy and had plump chunks of mushrooms and other vegetables in them, and the raviolis were packed with a blend of perfectly seasoned meat. Every bite Sheila took compelled her to take another, and another. Before long, she had cleaned her plate and was already dipping in for seconds.
She looked up from her plate wiping sauce from her muzzle with a paper napkin when she saw Tamara zoned out, her plate half eaten as she stared ahead. "Tam? You okay?"
"Oh? Oh yeah..." The puma shook her head, drumming her claws on the tabletop. "I was about to ask Dawn if she could help me be a good ma...I mean study for Home Ec."
The vixen cocked her head to the side like a confused puppy. "Study for Home Ec? You're having trouble?"
"No..." Tamara said, wiping her whiskers, "Ms. Janice has a test coming up and Dawn's been doing so good in that class that I'd figure I'd ask for her help, you could help with the Trig... Trigger..."
Trigonometry?" Sheila said, finishing her food. "Is that what you're having trouble focusing on?"
"Yeah..." The puma girl sighed, her deep brown eyes turned down in shame. "I've just been out of it lately... Ms. Janice's class is the only one I'm not having trouble focusing in."
The fox hummed thoughtfully as she passed her plate over to Dawn as the skunk went over to the sink. Her bushy tail swished back and forth gracefully as she washed up after dinner, she hummed an old love song while Tamara and Sheila sat in the den, trying to cram with mixed success. "Something's up, Sheila..." The puma said, her expression made her look very much like a lost kitten. "I understand this... but I can't remember none of it."
"Do you think it's stress?" Sheila said, holding Tamara's paw in sympathy.
"Could be... Ms. Janice said that the best way to de-stress and focus is to keep a clean space... Maybe if I tidy up my room then this'll go away." The vixen nodded, still wearing an expression of concern. She was definitely going to have to do some research on that poodle later, but still it made sense. An orderly space leads to an orderly mind, an orderly mind is a happy mind, and she hadn't dusted in a while. As they studied, it dawned on the fox that for once it was her end of the dorm that needed tidying. For a brief moment she found herself caught up in an odd mental block of concern. Letting herself get obsessed with the dirty state she let her side get into by neglect..
"Naughty Fox." Sheila mumbled to herself. Her puma friend looked up from her notes.
"What was that?" "Nothing." Sheila said, and the rest of their study session went by under a tense blanket of doubt. Sheila knew in her gut something was wrong but what? She wasn't about to go for the voodoo mind trick theory right away given her skeptical nature, but something was definitely going on.
And when it came time to study up on the Home Ec. exam, she couldn't help but notice how Tamara wasn't having any trouble as Dawn tutored her. The skunk read everything in a cheery voice while Tamara soaked all of it up like a sponge. Then the claw polish came out. The vixen's fur bristled as Tamara in her tomboyish hoodie-and-jeans outfit held her feline claws out for Dawn to paint them that sickeningly bright coral pink. One by one, the skunk painted and the puma watched and giggled. As she watched the pair laugh and chat calmly while Tamara was slowly made more and more feminine she felt an odd cloak of jealousy briefly settle over her. If anyone should be painting Tamara's claws it should be her. Dawn barely knows Tamara after all.
"Oh what the fuck?" Sheila hissed under her breath, catching hold of her runaway thoughts as Dawn moved onto Tamara's toes. Afterwards she watched in mild envy as a lesson on ironing turned into a giggly tangent on dresses, with Tamara asking about what color skirt would fit her, and Dawn all too eager to get close and personal with the puma, Sheila couldn't tell whether Dawn was sizing her friend up for a tailoring, or taking the opportunity to subtly grope the feline. Unable to stand the sight any longer Sheila faked a loud yawn and the other girls looked at her.
"Sheila, are you tired? You should get some rest, I'll take you to bed..." The skunk rose and moved on the vixen but Sheila waved her off.
"I'm fine! I... I'll just turn in and you can keep studying." She said, feigning a smile and hurrying off to her room, her tail still frizzed up from the sight of Tamara and Dawns almost intimate behaviour. And as her head hit the pillow, the weary vixen caught herself wondering what her claws would look like painted in that sunny coral pink.
Sheila awoke from a dreamless sleep to find her headphones on, the taped lesson running on repeat, and her paw set between her legs. Judging by the dampness on her fur it seemed it had been there for some time. She practically leapt up from her bed, a sinking sense of shock gripping her heart as she realised she'd probably lain like that all evening. Worse still, her bed was stained with her juices. "Naughty fox! Oh I have to clean this all up before anyone sees!" With a flourish of almost practiced skill she stripped the entire bed down to its mattress, gathering up her sheets and hurrying to the bedroom door. Opening it a crack to peer outwards she sighed in relief to find the rest of her shared residence empty.Carrying her shame hurriedly into the laundry, and setting it inside the machine to wash. That was just about when she heard the front door swing open, and she realized Dawn had come home..
She padded out of the laundry room and saw her roommate wearing a yellow sundress, with a bundle of black and white clothing under her arm. The skunk gave the vixen a disapproving look as she walked up. "Oh Sheila..." Dawn scoffed, "You really are a wild girl sometimes." The skunk huffed as she paced into the laundry room to retrieve a black dress with white lace trime and a white apron. With the apron and the plunging neckline, it looked like some kinkster's idea of a french maid outfit, but what was it doing in Sheila's dorm? Before the vixen could ask, her skunkette friend thrust the dress and apron into her arms.
"Do get yourself dressed please, it isn't proper to go around in just your fur. What would your husband think if you had one?" Sheila's tail drooped. "Husband?" The thought of marriage had never really occurred to her, but the thought of being married to someone strong and dominant, someone she would be expected to dote on... it made Sheila feel all sorts of conflicting things. She wanted a career but the idea of being some lucky alpha's domestic goddess sounded intriguing, and more than a little sexy. As Sheila went into her room to change into the maid dress, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Not only about marriage but about Mrs. Janice, she was quite pretty for an older gal... and her fur was always so perfectly groomed and she was so smart and... Sheila shook her head. While she was daydreaming, she had put the slutty maid costume on, and the fact it fit so perfectly made her wonder. And Sheila's wondering lead her to a single, ironclad conclusion. She stomped out of her room as quickly and purposefully as her black high heels would allow, with Dawn looking up from her and Tamara's homework. "Sheila dear, where are you going? You'll miss dinner!" The skunk called after her, but there was only the sound of the vixen slamming the door behind her as a response. Sheila had only one thing on her mind and that was confronting that bitch poodle and getting some answers.
She soon found herself standing outside Mrs. Janice's office, hand lingering on the doorknob. However, before pulling it open to storm in, she saw her free hand rise to knock on the door, and her body froze in place as though waiting, only to hear moments later the poodles voice call out. "Come in darling~". A request she all too eagerly fulfilled as she threw the door open and stormed in. "I know you're up to something wicked Mrs Janice!" At this the poodle only smirked wider, an almost mischievous enjoyment upon her features. "Now isn't that a bit harsh of an accusation my dear. I presume if you are making such impolite attacks against my character you have some evidence?"
"Oh I have evidence, alright!" Sheila snarled. "You... you turned Dawn into a housewife! And Tamara is acting funny... what did you do to my friends! What are you doing to your students? The vixen wanted more than anything to sock the poodle one in her smug face, but something kept her from following through, made her hesitate. "So what are you up to, then?". The look upon Mrs Janice's face only grew more amused at the vixens spirited outburst. "Why my dear, I've done only what is required of a woman within my role. I am a teacher am I not? And so, I have merely taught my students valuable skills to ensure they will live a happy and fulfilled life, and instilled in them the understanding and perspective required to allow them to pursue their aspirations. If that aspiration happens to be say... Cleaning down their loving family home, and preparing their darling husband a warm meal for when they come home after an exhausting work day then it is well within their own power to pursue said dreams. Besides, I haven't hurt anyone with my lessons have I? Can you honestly tell me you don't feel a tinge of joy after eagerly arranging say... my rather shamefully messy desk?" The prim poodle indicates the wooden surface before her, which Sheila all too easily realises is in a dismal mess, a nagging voice in the back of the vixens mind practically demanding she get to work fixing it up. The fox felt herself moving over to the desk, she continued her tirade as she bent over the desk, taking a feather duster and giving it a good dusting.
" Dawn is a photography major! And...and Tamara wants to be a biologist!" The fox sprayed the oak desktop with some cleaner as she wiped it down with a rag. "Now Tam is turning into a housemaid and Dawn..." She sighed through her nose. "I'm going to tell the headmistress about this! Mrs. Wilde is not going to like that one of her instructors has been messing with her students' heads!" Partway through her rant, Sheila noticed that the books on the desk were not in order, so messy...
"And how will you prove I had anything to do with it dear? College is a time for learning, and growing as a person, is it not entirely possible that they adapted a new perspective on life, that through their education their understanding of themselves has grown, and that they decided of their own volition they would rather a more traditional homelife? And does becoming a housemaid really stop Miss Cruz from still obtaining her biology degree as well, or Miss Bouvier from practicing photography? Surely they'll have lots of spare time to still attend classes. Nothing says they won't be able to obtain their degrees. One might even say doing so would only cement the claim that they had decided that a homely life would be more suited than a boring life in a stressful unfulfilling job."
"They weren't like that until you came along!" Sheila yelled back, having finished putting the books in alphabetical order. "And that taped lesson you gave them! That's what caused it!" Sheila gently dusted the bronze bookends as her other paw groped clumsily between her legs. "You know what you're doing and soon will the Dean!" She let out a low whine as she tried in vain to take herself away from cleaning the desk. What was that crazy poodle doing to her?
"Miss Renner! If you are going to continue to speak to me you will do so without raising your voice! I have done nothing to them but provide them all the resources they require to pass my class, and they have applied themselves eagerly to the curriculum. If they want to become housewives and housemaids after they get their degrees who are YOU to deny them that? Furthermore, If I WAS behind their sudden homely aspirations what makes you believe I had not already done the same to the very Dean you claim will be my undoing, hmm?"
"I..." Sheila's voice faltered. "What did you do?" The Vixen turned to face the poodle, arms falling to her side. "To her, to me?" The vixen shook her head, trying to ward off the mental intrusion. But the desk was tidy, and the poodle had to have something else for her to do. "Please, Mistre...Mrs. Janice. Tell me?" Her voice had none of the volume or venom it had a scant few seconds ago, instead Sheila found herself unable to work herself up enough to yell at the poodle matron. Her ears folded back submissively as she realized she may have fallen into a trap. Mrs Janice took notice of the students rather submissive pose. Taking the opportunity to recline in her chair a little as she addressed the suddenly timid vixen with a comforting tone. "I merely opened the door to a life you may not have considered before darling, if you find enjoyment being a naughty housemaid and end up pursuing a future in just such an avenue then all that has happened is that you have decided of your own free will that is the path you desire. Spending your days dusting, cleaning, and... relieving your Mistress's pent up... needs." As she utters the last part, Sheila finds her gaze drawn down, to something resting between Mrs Janice's legs, something thick, and bulging concealed mischievously beneath the fabric of the teacher's skirt
The vixen knelt down, pawing at the bulging shape beneath Janice's skirt nervously. "But... what about my law degree? I don't want to let my parents down." As she lifted the skirt up and ran her paw over the poodle's lace panties, she felt a shameful tinge of excitement... coupled with a warm wetness between her own legs. As she gripped the teacher's shaft through the cotton fabric of her undergarments, it was clear that she was packing! Not even the vixen's last boyfriend was this impressively endowed. Mrs Janice cooed softly as she felt her rod grasped by the lustful little student. "W-well darling, no one said you could not get your degree. It would serve well as a reminder if you were to earn it, only to place it upon your Mistress's mantelpiece, where it would collect dust for you to clean off b-between your daily ruttings.
The vixen gripped Janice's shaft and gave it a tentative lick, her cheeks burning at the thought of being a domestic slut and servant for some prissy poodle, with Tamara as her slave-sister... their education going to a life of housework and... and.... "What about the others? What's going to happen to them?" Sheila kissed and licked the tip of Janice's cock, trying in vain to fight the growing urge to play along with the teacher's perverted game. "Did...Did you become a teacher here just so you could turn all of us into wives and maids?"
"Oh, they'll find their own fulfillments, not everyone will become a wife or maid, those that aren't naturally inclined to a life of service will continue with their careers and aspirations unchanged. But as you've no doubt discovered, being a slutty, ditzy little housemaid is far more enticing to some isn't it? Why become a lawyer, when you can fill that hole in your soul with something much more physically tangible~". With that, she bucks her hips, her cock grinding against the vixen's muzzle, coating her in its musk.
Sheila breathed the poodle woman's musk in, the scent was intoxicating, enthralling... she couldn't help but take the full length in her mouth, sucking gently on it as she fondled herself with her free paw. The vixen was overcome with a base, overpowering need, like she had in a few seconds been pent up for days. Even as she sucked and licked at Janice's cock, she fought to keep her studies, her ambitions, her real self fresh in her mind. She couldn't let herself forget, no matter what.Her apprehension was noticed by the poodle, who gripped the debaucherous maids hair, and pulled her off the object of her affections, stifling herself mid moan. "Come dear, can you honestly tell me you would rather live your life as a lawyer? Late nights, hard research, thankless work either defending a corrupt company, remorseless criminals, or prosecuting potentially innocent people to condemn them to a life of imprisonment? All so you can come home to an empty unloving home... Or would you rather embrace this new sensation you're feeling, waking up in the warm embrace of Mistress, diligently spending your days dusting down the house and flashing teasing shots of your assets to any that would observe you, revelling in their lustful stares~. Only to then indulge your every fantasy once the sun goes down, and the naughty maid you are gets to enjoy the lovely world of domestication."
"But my studies..." Sheila moaned, her eyes fluttered as she tried to form a rebuttal. The teacher did make sense, in a way... but she had to resist. She had to give in....no not give in! Why was her mind wandering? "I want to make them proud of me... My parents are lawyers." The vixen then realized she wasn't feeling shame anymore, but rather longing, loneliness, a persistent needling refrain at the back of her mind: Domestication. "And? Would your parents not be proud to see their darling girl had become something that SHE found fulfilling? To be proud that she's happy? If they aren't, then they clearly don't care for you, but only care about their own legacy. And besides, no one said you can't get your degree as well. I won't stop you from earning a law degree, proving your more than capable of doing it, but then picking what you'd much rather desire to become."
"I..." Sheila's eyes misted up, it then dawned on her just how lonely she had been for so long. But was it real or was it something Janice put in her head? Either way, it felt real, and the poodle was making sense, which was especially vexing. "...This does feel good. It's so nice to feel pretty, wanted." The vixen gazed up at Mrs. Janice, almost as if awaiting further instruction, her paws running up and down the teacher's nylon-clad legs. Her new Mistress cooed gently at her, and petted the new maid on the head. "Very good Darling. Now~ why don't you get back to satisfying your Mistress, If you can get me to my climax before your friends show up~ then I'll have a reward for you"
Sheila launched into action upon hearing that, plunging the canine teacher's cock into her mouth to the hilt and sucking away. It wasn't even a conscious decision, but something she simply did. All the vixen's concerns and desires became second to the act of carnal pleasure. Janice's cock throbbed red-hot in her mouth, her musk tasted better to the vixen than anything she had ever put in her mouth as she ran her tongue over the length of the shaft, her teeth gently tickling the sensitive flesh. Every so often, Sheila looked up at her Mistress. Every time, she hoped to have pleased her more than she had a few seconds ago. And every time she was encouraged by the sight of the older woman panting in absolute lust, her tongue lolling freely from her muzzle, as she desperately tries to restrain herself, knowing it is improper for a lady to be brought to orgasm so quickly. "M-my d-dear! You feel simply divine! I don't know for how much longer I can resist your tortuous tongue"
And the vixen continued her worship of Janice's cock, She kissed the shaft and llicked the pre dribbling from the tip in between bouts of applied suction. Sheila gave the poodle matriarch's balls a loving squeeze as she bobbed her head up and down on her length. She wanted that reward, but more importantly, she wanted to please her Mistress, the very same woman who she once protested against was now the single most important being to her world. She felt the pulsing beat of her owners rod deep within her throat and her heart fluttered with excitement, bracing herself for the culmination of her weeks of learning. Then, the dam burst. Ms. Janice let out a howl of pure, primal ecstasy as she blasted a heavy, sticky load down the vixen slave's mouth. Panting and brushing her long, painted claws through her messed up hair, the teacher sank back into an armchair, with Sheila kneeling at her feet. Both of them knew Sheila had finally been broken in, and the instant Sheila swallowed the generous mouthful of her Mistress's seed marked the transformation of Sheila the law student into Sheila the domestic servant, the eager to please little slut wrapped around the poodle matron's finger.
"Did I do good, Mistress?" The vixen said, looking up adoringly at the one who had broken her.
"You..." Janice said with a tired yet satisfied huff, "You were amazing~! How about I rest for a while, then I take you to bed and break you in right proper?"
That was the nicest thing Sheila's favorite teacher ever said to her.
It had been a couple months since Sheila decided law school wasn't for her. She passed her finals with flying colors, of course; but the vixen had found a different calling. She wore her shiny, naughty little maid outfit with pride as she went about her work. Today was Sheila's turn to sweep the floors, which she did with a smile and a spring in her step. Sheila's tail swished happily behind her as she went about her work, floating from room to room as she hummed a little song.
Tamara was in the garden tending to Mrs. Janice's roses, while Dawn was in the kitchen preparing lunch. The smell of cumin and fresh pepper filled the house, teasing the vixen's nostrils.
As Sheila finished her sweeping, Janice came up behind her, the teacher giving the vixen's chest a playful squeeze.
"My my..." The poodle grinned. "These floors look so clean! I'm so proud of you..." Sheila felt her tail wag at the praise.
"Keep it up, and I'll have to reward you later tonight~" She said. "Maybe put that mouth of yours to work."
That was the nicest thing Sheila had ever heard anyone say to her. Dawn strolled in, her apron flowing with her yellow sun dress.
"Lunch is ready! I made your favorite, honey!" Janice's tail wagged as she heard the news.
"You're too good to me, skunky girl..." She patted the vixen's bum as she walked over to the skunkette, giving her wife a tender kiss on the cheek before looking back at Sheila.
"Do be a dear and tell Tammie the tacos are ready, would you?"
Sheila silently curtseyed and headed out to the front porch. Life was good, oh yes.