[u][b][center]Revenge is Sweet.[/center][/b][/u]
[u][b][center]By: Kiki Kalani[/center][/b][/u]
[u][b][center]Disclaimer – Cub (14, 15), Ageplay (40s/teens), and Violence[/center][/b][/u]

Mus sat curled up atop the stone fence at the back of the school, her back propped up against the old brick structure. The occasional sobbed squeak would escape her as she fumbled in her pocket for a pack of cigarettes and her lighter. She had taken to smoke to cope with things, which only added to the bullying she got from the other students and even some teachers. It’s why she was back here now fighting back tears.

The young white mouse faced bullying, living in a mostly vulpine neighborhood and going to a mostly vulpine high school. There were other rodents, sure, and others besides vulpines. But even her fellow rodents didn’t face the same bullying she did, maybe it was because she wasn’t like the stereotypes, maybe that pissed off the teachers and other students. 

She took a drag from her cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke as her eyes trailed up to look at the surrounding city. The uniform clean houses sitting in nice rows stood dotted around this side of town. She lived there too, not in the backwater part of town where a lot of the others lived. Her parents had been lucky to have enough money to overcome the…obstacles with living in the city. But money only went so far. 

Events from earlier in the day played again in her mind as a new fresh batch of sobs escaped her.

##

“Get away from me you egg-headed whore!” A voice interrupted Mus as she went to try to get into her locker. Looking up she saw the prissy vixen that was ‘in charge’ of the school by her popularity and her mom being superintendent. 


“I’m not even touching you…just leave me alone, I have to get something from my locker…”

“Ugh, I can’t figure out why they put [i]my[/i] locker next to that [i]thing’s[/i]! I hope I don’t catch some disease from being near it!”

“Hey, knock it off. I’m not a thing…”

“Hey, you’re right. You’re not a thing, your NOthing!” The girls giggled and laughed as they walked off. It wasn’t as harsh as it usually was, but it still stung. Sometimes it would get physical as well.

##

“Mus, what are you doing back here?” A male voice with a heavy German accent broke her from her recollection. It was one of her teachers, the only non-canid in the entire school’s staff aside from some of the cafeteria workers and janitorial workers. 

“What’s wrong? Let me guess, Mary again?” The old grey rat with glasses came over and put his arm around the quiet sobbing girl. “She is still giving you a hard time? I see bullying a lot….rodents like us aren’t really accepted here….”

“I-it isn’t fair!” Mus yelled out through choked sobs and puffs of her cigarette. “All I wanted to do is fit in….I just wanted to fit in….it isn’t fair….I’m tired of this…”

The older rat hugged in closer, sitting up on the wall with her as best he could. “Sh sh…..it’s okay…it’s going to be okay. I’m getting tired of it too….hmmm….” He thought for a second, looking down at the sobbing mouse with a frown. “Mus, I have an idea. But you have to promise not to tell anyone about it, at least not yet. It’s something that’ll help you fit in.”

Mus looked up, wiping the tears from beneath her glasses. “W-what is it, Mr. Mausenberg?”

He slowly got down from the fence, wincing a bit before looking around. “I’ll show you, come with me. It’s in the school’s basement. No one uses those classrooms anymore so I figured I’d change a couple of the labs around.”

Mus was a bit confused, but followed her German teacher. She trusted him, he was the only teacher in the school that didn’t hate her or make fun of her. They went down the dusty old set of creaky stairs into the dimly lit school basement where some of the old labs were. 

“Right through here, I’d fixed it up pretty nice I think. Some friends and myself, that is.”

He opened one of the doors, grunting as he pushed the rusted thing open, revealing an uncharacteristically clean lab room, though it looked less like a lab and more like something from a horror movie. It was well lit, examination tables were set around, each with movable parts, straps, and a large screen above them. On the wall and shelves hung fresh instruments and flasks of strangely colored fluid. 

“W-what is all this!? I-it looks li—”

“Shhh, calm down Mus, this is my lab. I’ve been waiting for a chance to put it to use. I think I’ve waited long enough.” He walked in, with Mus close behind.

“B-but what is all this for Mr. Mausenberg? Why did you make this?” Mus looked around even more, how clean and well-built everything was. Some posters on the wall made a knot grow in her stomach though, mind thrust into conflict. One of the posters was of a rodent holding up a flag with his right hand, an armband with a rodent skull symbol on his arm, it read “Pave the way for a better world, a Rodent World!”

The symbolism wasn’t lost on Mus. “I-I don’t think I should be down here…” The white mouse backed towards the door only to be stopped by her teacher. 

“Now Mus, you can trust me…I built this place to take care of those vile foxes. To make sure they know their proper place.”

“Th-this is wrong…n-no….I-I have to go.” Mus started off out the door, stopping as she heard her teacher speak again.

“Mus! Think about this…no matter how hard you try they just don’t understand. They think they are better than you. You are the smartest girl in this school. And yet the teachers talk down to you and find every mistake you make. The vulpine students harass you for being a mouse. I need your help to teach them all how things [i]really[/i] are. It’s a disgrace to let them go around acting like they do.”

She swallowed hard, an urge in the back of her mind for revenge coming forward. Maybe it was a good idea…maybe she did want to help. Slowly, she turned around. “W-what do I have to do?”

##
Mary walked down the silent sidewalk as the last rays of twilight trickled through the buildings and trees. She was wearing her cheerleading uniform still, having just gotten off practice. She was the captain, after all. Being the head of so many clubs kept her late almost every day, but she didn’t mind. She reveled in the responsibility and popularity. Her smug smile faded when she felt arms restraint her, making her drop her backpack.

“W-w—” Barely a word got out of her mouth before Mus had held the cloth over her nose, watching as the vixen quickly stopped struggling. Fear in her tired eyes as they closed. The last thing they saw would be Mus’ smug smile, and the strange Girl Scout like uniform she wore. 

##

“Enjoy your nap, Mary?” Mus smirked seeing the fox toss and turn, regaining consciousness slowly.

“W-what, w-who…W-where am I!? W-why am I on this table?! G-grrrr, M-Mus? Let me out of here you whore! W-when my parents find out about this!” Mr. Mausenberg came up behind Mus, putting his hands on her shoulders as both mice looked at the restrained vixen struggle and squirm.

“They won’t be coming to help you…” The old grey rat spoke, a smile on his face.

“W-what? Y-you….I always knew you were no good, you all fucking mice are all worth—” He’d come over and smacked her hard, ramming her head against the table from the force, making her yelp in pain.

“Be quiet you little brat! I’m going to teach you your place. You think you can just run around all high and mighty because you are a fox? You worthless predators here need to know just what a fox is for.”

Mary only whimpered in reply as the teacher went to a nearby panel to type something in. Within a few seconds the screen hanging over the table came to life. A spiral flashed on, spinning and drawing in the fox’s attention as she felt her heart race.

“Good, just keep your eyes on that spiral…”

The vixen whimpered, trying to twist her head away, but thanks to the bindings, she found herself unable. A few chuckles from the two mice echoed in her head as words began to flash across the screen, barely fast enough for her to read.

“Relax. No thoughts. Relax. Let Go. No thoughts. Relax.”

The loop went on for a full minute, the vixen felt herself becoming calmer, less glittery, much to her dismay. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t make herself struggle. Each passing second had seen her less and less able to thrash around, less able to try to move her head. All she was left with as new phrases flashed was whimpers and the occasional twitch of her ears.

“You have been a bad fox. You are supposed to obey Rodents. Rodents are your Masters.”

The words flashed and seemed to sear into her mind. She whimpered, unable to bring herself to struggle as the words kept bombarding her.

“Foxes are inferior, Rodents are superior. You have been a bad fox.”

“N-no…n-no….l-let me out of here…please…” She whimpered again, the words echoed around in her thoughts. ‘Inferior….obey rodents….obey your masters….bad fox….’ To make it worse for Mary, she felt her panties pull down, legs barely twitching to try to stop it. A few fingers sliding into her pure virgin fox hole, spreading her out before slowly moving in and out. She couldn’t help but gasp.

“You’ve disobeyed Rodents. Rodents are superior. You are worthless. Foxes are worthless.”

“S-stop….s-stop……n-no…mm…..r-rodents…a…n-no….p-please….I-I’m sorry….j-just stop….” She let out more protests as the fingers started to thrust in and out of her faster, muddling her mind more, making it hard to think about anything but the tingles of sickening pleasure and the words that now echoed louder and louder in her thoughts.

“No, you’ll learn your lesson, bitch. Now watch that spiral. I’m going to make you pay…” Mus’ voice echoed in her mind too as she kept on watching the spiral, feeling herself almost pulled from her body now.

“You are just a dumb fox. A worthless brainless whore for Rodents. Foxes are only good as servants.”

“J-just…a dumb….fox…..o-only…good at servants…..m-must….n-no…n…..m-must obey…rodents…” She started to lose herself as her own thoughts were drowned out, tears starting to stream from her face, unable to hardly even blink. Moans started to escape her under breath now too as she surrendered more to the pleasure, more to the spiral.

“Foxes are only good as slaves for Rodents. You are supposed to obey Rodents. Rodents are your Masters…..”

“Only good…as slaves….obey rodents. Rodents are my Masters…” She felt herself slip away, fading into trance, fading deeper, almost into a cage inside her mind, unable to control herself, unable to think for herself. She just moaned and gasped in pleasure, her tongue lolling out as she was fingered and teased. The spiral kept going on, it seemed like hours passed before she felt herself be pulled off from the table. Everything was still spinning, though she could barely make out Mr. Mausenberg. 

“Looks like everything went well, she’ll need more sessions though, especially for what I have in mind for her….Mus, did you want to do anything to her too, I’m sure you’ve got to have something.”

The white mouse smirked, pulling the vixen against the table, gripping her by her shirt.

“I bet you’re sorry now, bitch, aren’t you! Are you sorry for fucking treating me like shit?”

Mary whimpered, nodding quickly and starting to sob. “Y-yes, I’m sorry Mistress. I was a bad fox…I was a bad fox! I-I deserve to be punished!”

Mus smirked, not what she had in mind, but she’d go with it. Pulling a cigarette from her pocket she got an idea.

“Mary, you remember all those times you made fun of me for smoking…and got your mom to ban it in schools?” The vixen nodded, fear and sorrow in her eyes.

Mus merely widened her smirk and pulled Mary to her, moving the vixen to where her back was directly against Mus. “I want you to smoke.”

Mus pushed the cigarette to Mary’s lips and lit it. The vixen pulled back a bit from the taste and sensation, but Mus was insistent. “Smoke!”

The vixen whimpered and took a puff from the cigarette, letting out a coughing fit just after, though Mus didn’t let her relax. “Try again, breath it in and hold it this time.”

Once again Mary whimpered, and once again she took a deep puff from the cigarette, letting the black poisonous gas fill her lung. Remember a bit of herself in the back of her mind, feeling it be choked out as she held the breath in. The gently hairless paws of the mouse running across her smoke-filled tummy only helped reinforce the sensation, her lightheadedness letting pleasure of pleasing her Mistress take over. “Good….good slut. Now hold it for a bit more…then let it out….”

Mary exhaled, barely anything came out besides a very light cloud. The white mouse smiled. “Good….again.”

Mr. Mausenberg laughed. “I think I’d like to get some ‘revenge’ of my own. Mary, why don’t you lift up your skirt and hold your panties open for me.”

Mus watched as the vixen lowered her arms and lifted her skirt, exposing her soaked panties before lifting them open with a hand. Mr. Mausenberg grinned at the sight of her young pussy. His own hands went to his pants as he undid and dropped them to the ground, his erect humanoid member popping out through his boxers. He walked forward then, almost nose-to-nose with the fox, his cock pushing against her belly just above where Mus was petting.

“Now, Mary. I want you to jack me off into your panties.” His hands replaced hers holding up her skirt as she nodded and did so, taking a drag from the cigarette in her mouth every so often as she wrapped her hand around that cock and started to jack her teacher off, his head aimed right at her cunt.

He would moan and pant as she went faster and faster. Eager to obey, and to please. Taking in deep breaths from the cigarette all the while. It wasn’t long until her efforts were rewarded, his old cock throbbing and spurting pre a couple seconds before he finally came. Hot thick spurts of his rodent seed quickly filled and pooled into her panties. Mus could feel Mary shudder at the sensation.

“Good, now close your panties, and leave them on. I want you to be walking around with my spunk staining your fur for a while. You need to learn your place.” The vixen slowly lifted her hand from her panties, letting that flood of seed squish against her sex, quickly soaking into her fur, making her moan and gasp with every little movement. It wasn’t enough for Mus though, who quickly moved down a hand to rub against the panties, pushing the cum-soaked cloth between Mary’s netherlips.

“You were right…Mr Mausenberg. Thank you.” 

Mus smiled as she watched the vixen’s eyes roll back in bliss, satisfied with the outcome.

“Of course, Mus. It’s our duty as rodents abroad. We’ll need to give her more sessions for what I have in mind for her though. But she should be coming to those on her own….and once we get her done…we can focus on the rest of the school….”

##

Nearly a month after, and their project was complete. Mary was a bimbofied slut hooked on rodent. She now stood among a group of what she would’ve called ‘delinquents’ before. Now she called them sexy, cool, whatever they wanted to hear. She now wore a slutty short skirt, panties visible and wet, a barely legal top that showed off most of her belly and breasts, and slutty stockings and gloves. Her breasts and hips were bigger than before, as were her lips which were currently wrapped around a cigarette. It was all thanks to Mr. Mausenberg’s work. Heavy makeup covered her face now as well, she looked like a prostitute through and through.

Her moans and gasps could be heard across the courtyard as one of the beefier rodents came up behind her, kissing on her neck while his hand dove into her skirt and panties. It was a sight to behold for Mus as she smirked, leaning against a nearby tree. Ever since Mary’s ‘therapy’ sessions started she hadn’t had any problems with the other students. Life had been going good, and it was going to get even better still thanks to her supportive teacher.

She walked up to the new rodent-worshipping slut, running a hand along her slender body. “Hey Mary, enjoying yourself?” 

The vixen was barely ashamed as she took a drag from her cigarette, moaning loudly and pridefully. “Aahhh ~ l-like yeah ~! Th-ooooh yes ~! Th-this feels so good …mmmm….Keep it up big boy ~”

Mus’s giggles joined those of the rest of the rodents around. As she admired her former bully being treated in such a way a thought crept into her mind. Pulling herself up to the foxes muzzle she took the slutty vixen into a passionate deep kiss, pulling back a few moments later with trails of spit going from Mary’s too-big lips to Mus’ own. A few catcalls filled the air as the vixen moaned louder still, making sure everyone knew her place. Making sure everyone knew just how much she loved being used by rodents.

Revenge sure was sweet!

[b][u][center]The End. [/center][/u][/b]