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Rodent Rascals Brainwash a Bimbo For Lapsa by Draconicon

Kiki smiled as she handed out a drink to one of her regulars, a wolf that came here every summer. The blue-white vixen flashed him a smile, and patted his hand as she stepped away from his table, her hips swishing somewhat as she made her way back to the bar.

"Saul, could you get another three rums ready? Table four's getting a little loud about it."

"Sure thing, hon, sure thing."

Resting her elbows on the bar, Kiki took a moment to catch her breath. The little beachside 'cafe' was hopping today, and it left her with barely a moment's respite.

She looked over her shoulder. Most of the tables were occupied, but she was pretty sure that some would clear out before long. The lunch rush was past, and soon the only ones around would be the people that wanted a nice tropical drink before continuing down the beach. Or those that were hoping to get a look at some of the famed island beauties.

Blushing, Kiki shook her head, reaching back to adjust her skirt as it started sliding down. The resort-mandated grass skirts were not particularly well fitted to any of the girls, and she had to remind herself frequently to pull it up. Some of her co-workers might have wanted to show off a bit, but not her. She was a good girl.

The peacock bartender was just handing her the three glasses when a crash made her jump. Wobbling back and forth to keep her tray from falling to the floor as well, Kiki nervously turned around.

Three rats stood at the front door, two with glasses, and all three a bit rounder than the average male. She guessed that they were among the many tourists on summer break, but -

"Hey! Cunt! Get us a table!"

More than a few customers gasped at that, and Kiki bit her lip to keep from talking back. It would only escalate things, and she didn't dare.

"Just give me a minute, and I'll show you to your table."

"Oh great, you gonna hop on one of their dicks before you get to us?"

The blue vixen's cheeks burned at their crudity, but this time the customers didn't leap to her defense. If anything, half of them were laughing. She shook her head, keeping her face down as she walked over to table four. She delivered the drinks they wanted, but it felt like they were trying to get a look down her shirt this time. Hurrying away, she jogged over to the rats, gesturing for them to follow her.

Their crudity continued, and though she tried to shut it out, she couldn't keep from hearing constant references to vixen 'pussy' and how much the rats didn't like her. The way that they talked about other males was arguably worse, and she had to bite her lip to keep from saying anything.

As she seated them, the rats looked at her, blatantly ogling her body. Using her tray to cover her front, she tried to muster what was left of her professionalism.

"What can I get you to drink?"

"How about juicing that pussy of yours? What vixen works when she should be spreading her legs for the guys around her?"

"Please, I just -"

"Hey, Charles, why don't you cool it a bit?"

She turned to the one rat that wasn't wearing glasses. He looked back, and his smile wasn't...entirely lustful. Not entirely.

"Sorry about my friend. He's got an issue."

"I...see. What can I get you to drink?"

"See, that's the problem. I had it in my head, but I can't remember it."

"Would you like a menu?"

"Nah, couldn't say those weird words anyway. But I got a better idea."

He reached into his pack, and to Kiki's surprise, pulled out an old tape recorder. She hadn't seen anything like that for years; they'd been almost completely phased out by modern recorders and players. He held out a pair of headphones to her.

"I got a friend to say it earlier. Why don't you take a listen?"

"I, uh -"

"It's not gonna bite. Just listen."

"...Dumb bitch probably couldn't even understand it, anyway."

Her gaze shifted from the nicer rat to this 'Charles', and she glared for a second before reaching out and taking the headphones. Putting them around her ears, she reached down and hit the play button.

Almost instantly white noise filled her ears, static and almost painful scratches in the audio. She winced, but pushed through, trying to hear the order so she could get out of this as soon as possible.

Because there was audio in the terrible mess of sound. She could hear words in it, but couldn't make out what it was. She strained her ears, trying to catch the sound of it.

"I'm...could you play it again?"

The rat nodded, rewinding the tape and obliging her. The noise was just as bad this time around, and it made it so hard to think. She had to really force herself to not take off the headphones, but this time she thought she made out a word. It wasn't much, but she heard the word 'one'.

Well, it must be some sort of order...but one what?

"Again?"

He smiled and repeated the tape again. Her head hurt, but it must have been the concentration; she never had to focus this hard. But she had to get this right. She had to prove that she wasn't a dumb bitch.

Again and again the noise played through her ears. Each time her headache got worse, but she was getting more of the numbers. Oddly, they seemed to go in an escalating order, starting with one at the start, and then two, then three, almost like it was counting off a list. But it had numbers. That meant it had to be an order. It had to be.

She lost count of how many times she had it played back to her, but her head was slowly feeling better. And she started to wonder, maybe she was a dumb bitch; she couldn't get it, no matter how many times the recording told her to listen to it again for the order. The recording called her a dumb bitch, and maybe it was right.

"A-again?"

"Heh, maybe you should listen to something else. You can't get this at all. This is only for someone intelligent. Like a rat, but definitely not a fox bitch like you."

"I guess...I'm not that smart..."

"No, but you can be good at something else."

The rat popped out the tape. Out of the corner of her eye, Kiki saw the other two rats...rubbing something, but she couldn't guess what they were doing. There was nothing under the table to grab or hold, she thought.

She put on the headphones again, and listened as close as she could. The static was gone this time, but the voice was so quiet, so very quiet, that she couldn't hear anything. She pressed the headphones tight to her ears, trying to catch it, but all she could hear was the tone of the voice.

It was...kind of soft, comforting. Even if the words were mean - which she would have deserved - it was a nice sounding voice. A very soft, a very...relaxing voice.

She leaned forward, her legs shaking a bit. A chair slipped under her, and as she sat down, the calming voice left her closing her eyes. A bit later, she slipped off to dreamland.

A sharp pinch on her nipple woke her up, the blue-white fox yelping in surprise as she leaped to her feet.

No sooner had she gotten up than she was shoved back down, her back against the table. Her head thunked against the wood, but she barely felt it. Her head felt so light, so very empty, and she groaned as she tried to understand what was going on.

"Looks like the tape worked."

"Course it worked. These bimbos always want to work on their backs; you just gotta tell them the right way."

"Heh, yeah. Just where they belong. Stupid slut, thinking she could just walk around like that and never get treated like the whore she is."

Thin fingers ran over her body, some grasping at her exposed nipples, while others pushed her legs apart. The first touch of the fur-less fingers between them, rubbing her holes, sent a strange jolt through her. Confusion, then excitement. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she panted as she looked towards the ceiling.

"Heh, she really does look just like a bitch in heat."

"That's what we're gonna use her as, aren't we?"

Breeding bitch. That sounds, like, totally great...

"Well, I'm gonna take her first."

"Go ahead, Charles. I got something else in mind for her."

Bimbo Kiki felt her legs get spread wide, her pussy rubbed by something hard and warm. As she kept staring up, something came between her and the ceiling. Something big, brown, and very, very musky.

"Don't mind my balls, slut. I'm just gonna make sure that programming sticks. Now, keep listening, and start smelling."

She felt the headphones slide over her ears again. Just as the rat sat down over her face, smothering her nose with his big brown balls, the sound returned. Her brain took in the words, and this time she heard them completely.

You are a bitch. You are a breeding slut. It's all you've ever been, and all you ever will be. You are a dumb slut. You are a brainless, cock sucking, cum slurping vixen. You are beneath all males. You are brainless. You are a bimbo.

It continued, repeating itself again and again, and Bimbo Kiki took it all in as she moaned, fucked and filled with her new purpose in life. Her new masters.

Her new gods.

The End