Hmm, ask how he wants to be served, A. because he doesn't seem horny at the moment, B. as a genuine question going forward, C. pretty sure Augus enjoys a light sprinkling of Sass.

>>1118615
At the risk of presuming Master's will, does He mean serving Him food? I don't see another reason why He'd so kindly prepare all this for us when He was planning on putting us to work immediately.

Argus says He'll be training us, like He's training us for something... it sounds like He has a special use in mind for us, something more significant to Him than just being His toys. Is that why he put us through such intense obedience training on our first night? To ensure that we'd be loyal to Him for a special, important task? Because it worked wonderfully! I love our Master and I love being bound to Him, and I'd be ever so grateful for a way to show Him that love!

The mention of mental conditioning has piqued my curiosity on what our Master's trophy gallery truly is and what He did to us when He trapped us there. We're all awake and rested now. Would it be a good time to puzzle it out while we're feeding Him breakfast?

>>1118615
Argus is at least proving to be a kind and REWARDING master, time to fill up on breakfast and get to work, then.

(Personally, I am just really hoping the four of them are going to just stay naked for the entire month of service and training~)

>>1118688
Not the most enjoyable option for me. I mean, it was absolutely humiliating when Argus stripped us and forced us to cum for His audience's entertainment - that was when we first started to grasp just how defeated we were - but if we're just exposed all the time every day, it won't be long before it doesn't really have an impact anymore.

Not that I could ever deny our Master access to our bodies, but wouldn't it be more exciting for Him if we were put in pretty outfits to fit the roles He wants us to play? I know Argus would think so. He is a Man with an appreciation of art and theater; He understands that a work of art needs proper presentation to really bring out its potential. Otherwise He wouldn't bother with a robe while we're alone with Him (the sunglasses are probably for His vision, though).

Besides, we've seen how nice gabe looks when playing dress-up. If you could have the boy as a maid, would you pass up the chance to ogle him in a frilly half-skirt and thigh-high stockings? I know I wouldn't.

Well, this can go a few ways.

1) The month becomes a competitive sibling-like squabble between the three on who gets to service master the most/best via earning the most notches. Starting with the three racing to get that Werewolf dick, possibly bumping into each others noggings. Shenanigans and increasingly kinky things may ensue.

2) We're gonna need a MONTAGEEEE. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vK4gv11PTI8

3) Trio is thoroughly servant-broken by the months end and have issues with it when their stay is over. Hopefully mundane non-sexy chores keep them inclined not to stay for good.

4) Argus gets addicted/overwhelmed by the mice against all odds, creating a trio of monster powerbottoms woth threatening auras and shifting the dynamic.

5) A 'Final Test' sex duel on their final day.

6) Skydiving statue featuring all three mice at once, and Argus.

7) A few comedically unlikely statues (e.g. playing Jenga while doing elaborately kinky things).

8) A bit of discussion on how to do moon travel.

Ask master if you can have cool/flashy/classy/sexy/sailor moon servant outfits/uniforms or if they'll be nude for a whole month.

Does being servants also entail 'servicing' any guests that come over for parties and such? E.g. Nixxy or Vivian.

Gabe & Koi: Request pineapples. Lots of them. For reasons.

>>1118615
Pondering on it, I understand now why our Master is being so generous. This is His way of repaying us for challenging Him. To Him, it wasn't a gamble that we lost, but a trade offer that we accepted.

Argus is invincible and irresistible, and everyone around Him knows it. His offer was never really meant as a wager of our freedom against His treasure, but an agreement to perform on stage for His entertainment. He gets "challengers" who willingly offer themselves as prey to be beaten and humiliated, and to serve Him after He's done showing us to the audience, and in exchange we're given the chance to live as pets under His ownership. We belonged to Argus the moment we signed His contract; our futile struggle to resist Him was merely our first duty, and this is our reward.

Which is why I find the promise of "training" so curious. The way He describes our markings is as if they were something He decided while watching us in the night, not simply something He does with His performers. This is a new and special thing He's doing for us, and He's figuring it out as He goes; there must be a reason for it beyond His usual kindness. I wonder just what our Master is planning to use us for...

Oh, while it's still somewhat fresh in our minds, there's another thing I've been wondering about. What happened to kol last night after our Master was done using him? I remember He undid his wrist restraints, we all helped Him clean up, and then we lost track once Argus brought us to His bedroom. We only saw him brought in later when we were all put to bed. Where was kol between the time we were bathing with Master and the time he fell asleep?

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“And how might we serve you, master?” Casey asks, knowing better than to just assume his wishes.

He grins approvingly and points with a claw, “How about you get me warmed like a good girl?”

“Yes, master.” Taking the hint, Casey drops to her knees in front of Argus. “Save me some oatmeal.” She tells her partners. “Something tells me I’ll be getting plenty of protein.”

She leans forward and busies herself with licking at her master’s balls and sheath, slowly coaxing out his shaft.

Kol helps himself to some eggs and asks, “Sir, if I may, why all this training? You seem to have some kind of purpose in mind.”

The wolf lets his head roll back and makes a satisfied growl as the sounds of fellatio grow wetter and more muffled. “Hmm, very astute. As I mentioned last night: you three gave the old court members a good scare. But now that they’ve had a minute to collect themselves and change their pants, you can bet they’ll come for you, demanding answers. I’d like for you to be prepared for when that happens.”

Argus continues, trying not to sound magnanimous, “In a way, its very fortunate you three got caught: you’re under my protection for the rest of the month. Plenty of time to train you to deal with whatever tricks they have planned.”

>>1118844
Such a kind and caring Master, looking out for us like this! I'll make sure we always remember His generosity. Almost makes me hope He could do something permanent to us, just as a memento of our time together (and to serve as a warning to other fae). It might not be much to someone as ancient as Him, but an entire month is a long time in a mortal life, and it's going to have an impact on us to be certain.

This isn't going to just be training, though, is it? Argus must have some exciting events going on in His life that we could help Him with. Our Master's special care deserves special service, and I'd love to keep getting to know Him better. Even if it puts us in further danger, I'd be glad to... consider it. For example, does He have plans for the next full moon? Now that He doesn't have the Aegis, He won't be able to put on the usual performance to entertain His guests (and lure in more captives). Could He use us to help with it somehow?

There's something else on my mind, and while we're on the subject of "training" I suppose this is as good a time as any to bring it up. It's about kol's spirit form. I'm not too sure about the exact principles behind it, but if I remember correctly angels are like solid spirits, which means kol can touch them with his spirit body as well as his physical body. And Argus makes our cuffs and collars using His own angelic flesh, doesn't he? If I'm understanding all that correctly, then kol should be able to use our bindings to move us around as a spirit. Would Master Argus allow us to test out this idea?

>>1118844
That's incredibly generous... Has he done that for everyone he's beaten? Because this training sounds incredibly useful but I'm suspicious there's an additional price somewhere.

>>1118844
>>1118850
Casey: "Tricks like our collars, Master?"
Kol: "What about them?"
Gabe: "Oh, they're made of angel flesh. Casey figured it out last night."
Argus: "I make them from my own flesh. Same as my tentacles."
Gabe: "Uh, right, not the best way of explaining it. Sorry, Master."

More seriously, tricks like our Master's trophy gallery? We do need to work that out at some point. We still don't know what exactly He did to us.

>>1118851
Not just everyone. Argus is giving us special attention because we managed to impress Him. Which made it all the more satisfying for Him when He brought us down.

On the subject of "additional costs", is the obedience training also for our safety somehow, or is that just for Master's personal enjoyment?

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“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Kol replies. “Are you this generous with all of your servants, master?”

“Well, in case you forgot: I do have a favor to ask of you three once our little arrangement is over. That won’t be any good if you’re kidnapped or branded or dead.” The wolf replies, “Training you is the least I can do.”

“Speaking of training…” Argus puts a hand on Casey’s head and pulls her closer, sinking his cock deeper. He warns her, “You might want to switch to your angel form for this next bit, darling.” Holding her in place, the werewolf’s hips start thrusting: slowly at first but picking up speed as he starts fucking her face.

“Um, so what will you do for the next full moon, sir?” Gabe asks. “Won’t people stop challenging you if you don’t have the aegis to steal?”

He chuckles. “Are you kidding me? I still have plenty of treasure left and for the first time in over a century, I’m not invincible! I received five offers to fight just this morning!” The gentle slap of his balls against Casey’s chin punctuates his words. “I’m going to have to do some training of my own!”

>>1118921
Resist the temptation to stroke ourself to the sight of Master using our companion in front of us. Don't forget that our hands are for His pleasure, and so is our cock, and our holes, and the rest of our body. I know how exciting it feels for a strong man to be overpowered and humiliated by a superior Man, but we'll have to be content with watching Him use the friends we're meant to protect for His pleasure.

Just to be safe, we'd better keep our hands behind our back to make sure our stray thoughts don't send them wandering. And discreetly bring out our spirit hands to tug at our wrist cuffs, or at least see how He's bound our soul. Will it work? Will our Master notice we're being sneaky and decide to lock our wrists there? Will we be able to talk our way out of punishment?

For the arena challenge, I was thinking that we could help Argus spice it up a bit. Guests could challenge us instead of Him, and if one of us were defeated, we'll spend a night with the Victor as a reward. It would be a good chance to meet new people, and to test out the new skills we learn under Master's care.

What a mystery that Favor is, but if it's a trip to The Moon a full Favor won't be required, *A* Lycan would be helpful.
If it is a Favor for his clan, which is possible given the Moon's importance to them, yeah a Favor.
Once everything is set up a trip or two to the moon won't even be the hardest thing we've done, just a buncha waitin.

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“Do you want us to help with your training, sir?”

Argus nods, seemingly distracted as he speeds up. “Hah- uh huh!” Seeing Casey’s fur glow as she taps into her angel form, he thrusts deeper. “Come on! All of it!”

The mouse fights her instincts to gag or struggle as the tapered shaft pushes past her tonsils and down her throat. She focuses on relaxing, adjusting her jaw and tongue to make room for Argus’s cock. Wet, lewd sounds fill the chamber as his knot bumps insistently against her lips.

She looks up at him and the wolf grins back. “I said all of it.” He commands.

Casey feels her throat constrict as it tries to swallow. She lets her mouth stretch impossibly, and watches as the thick globe of Argus’s knot slowly disappears inside her. The tip of her snout presses to the rough fur of his sheath, locked in place as tiny thrusts jab at the back of her throat.

“That’s it! Good girl! Cumming!”

Casey’s eyes go wide as her first meal of the day hits the back of her throat and pumped into her stomach. Thick, heavy pulses of cum coat her insides, flooding her taste buds and leaking from between her lips. The mess quickly spreads, dripping down her chest and spattering against the floor.

“Fuck, been a while since I’ve been able to tie someone’s mouth. Good work.” Argus pats her hair, “An excellent start to your training. Now, who’s up next?”

Gabe, of course. He was left until last last time. He's gotta be tested on how well he can do at being a good sub when things actually DO go a bit his way when he's not expecting it.

>>1118971
Gabe and Kol: ROCK PAPER SCISSORS!!!

>>1118971
The stage goes to kol next. We were kind of overwhelmed the first time He used us. Now's a chance to see how well we can please Master Argus when we can be more responsive. And we can put our spirit power to good use! If He's kind enough to grace us with His angelic form, we could serve Him with four hands and two tongues at the same time! It'd be like a three-way with two twin mice in one!

...Can kol's spirit body touch angels? Is that how it works? I think I remember something about that, but I'm not sure.

maybe Master would enjoy a rimming?

>>1118971
>>1118995
On second thought, it's for the best if kol waits for last, even if gabe's body is much more delicate than either of ours and he would likely be reduced to tears if he went through what the angel did. We'll just have to keep watching in envy as the greater Man uses our friends as toys, denied even the pleasure of our own touch, and be thankful we didn't fall into the clutches of someone even more cruel. We're the strongman of the team, we're a competitor, we're supposed to be keeping them safe, but Argus proved Himself superior, so now He gets to protect and use them and we settle for the pleasure of serving Him. Watch the Master closely to see how they're doing, don't fall for the temptation of touching ourself, and try not to cum from the shame.

If we're going to be gabe next, be sure to put on a good performance as we give ourself to our Master. Step up to Him demurely, bow our head when we look up at Him, hold ourself with our arms for comfort, ask how He would like to use His toy. Be a prey animal walking up to a predator. Argus liked seeing us timid and panicky, it's good to show Him a bit of fear, let Him see how much power He has over us. But not too much fear! Our friends are watching and we don't want to worry them. It's a delicate balancing act, being vulnerable enough that our Master can enjoy our powerlessness, but not so much that He starts feeling guilty or the audience turns against Him.

Whichever of the boys gets chosen, the other one can help casey get up (or join her on the floor) and lick her clean of her Master's seed. And casey should be careful not to spill any more on herself when she changes back. Another reason for kol to wait is that he can help casey clean up with one head and watching Argus with his spirit head at the same time!

>>1118996
Good idea for when it's kol's turn. Two tongues means he can please Argus from both sides at once!

Everybody talking about "logic" and "fairness", meanwhile I want Kol to go next solely to keep bullying Gabe :v

Gabe going next would be 'easier' on him as Argus can only edge him for so long before he has to let Koi have his turn, assuming he doesn't leave him on edge and makes him wait through Koi's turn...

The alternative is DOUBLE TROUBLE. Have them BOTH go, like a pair of twink twins. Argus exclusively fought solo opponents with little need for defense or dodging outside of performance. He's lacking in training fighting multiple opponents (or many angles of attack) simultaneously, and needs to re-teach his muscle memory to actually bother dodging and avoiding hits.

Meanwhile, whoever isn't doing the sexing should probably get to eating breakfast / feeding the others to get some energy back.

And I have a distinct feeling their chokers are going to 'get in the way' if Argus can do some fey deepthroat magic.

A minor problem comes to mind - if the trio just accumulated a plethora of fey wanting to kill, kidnap or brand them, their statues might be a liability to any Fey capable of hyperanalyzing their opponents by physical appearance. Or simply in need of recognizing them (good luck disguising oneself when every fey knows your multiple orgasm statues).

Regarding branding, how does it work exactly? We've seen it almost happen to our thiefy friend - he'd be branded a thief (albeit factually wrongly) if he wasn't physically stopped at the last second, and brands seem to be utterly permanent.

What prevents a Fey, or especially a Devil, from just tossing branding irons and making people their slaves or otherwise permanently scarred, using the lightest excuses to brand another? Doubly so if they can stave off consequences of 'wrongful branding' via a subordinate, or preferring the consequence to just spite/brand someone?

How Koi and Gabe could cooperate at this:
- One takes the knot, other takes the rim
- One takes the knot, the other frenches Argus's face & throat / gets frenched as deep as the tongues can go.
- Gabe takes the dick... While Koi is interposed with / possessing Gabe as a spirit spiritu, so they are both fucked at the same time (one physically, the other spiritually).
- Both present their best 'take your pick' pose and give Argus a dilemma on which butt he wants to destroy more.

Also how did we go 17 chapters without seeing the rule 63 versions of Casey, Gabe and Koi?

I think Gabe should use the opportunity to show that he's learning, and do something nice for Master even though Kol goes next. Whatever He does to Kol, that will leave his ass or mouth or chest open for attention.

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“Ooh! Me, master!” Gabe says, raising his hand and waving it. “Let me serve you first!”

Argus pulls his dick free from Casey with a wet sound. She coughs and readjusts her jaw, letting her angelic form fade.

The wolf lifts Gabe’s chin with a finger, turning it this way and that as he assesses the eager sub. “Mmm, as much fun as it would be to keep you waiting again, Its best to start your endurance training right away. Very well, finish your breakfast and get yourself prepped. Be back in 15 minutes.”

A short while later, Gabe finds himself dangling from the ceiling by his wrists. One leg just barely reaches the ground, supporting himself on just the ball of one foot. His other leg is held in his master’s grip, pulled up so that he can ram his fat cock under his tail.

“Ah! M-master! Ah!~” The mouse squeaks as he’s pounded, having to hop on one leg to stay upright. His own erection flails untouched under the constant swaying, wagging back and forth like a metronome.

“That’s it! You like being my little plaything? Huh?” Argus pants, working himself in and out of the tight twink.

“Ahhh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, sir!” Gabe wails.

“Atta boy.~” The wolf growls. He suddenly slams to a halt, burying himself up to the knot in the mouse’s ass. One hand grips the base of his cock and starts jerking, quickly bringing himself to climax.

Gabe gasps as the first pulse of cum hits his back walls and starts to fill him up. “Ah~! Master! You’re cumming already?” He looks back over his shoulder and asks, “Is this part of my training?”

“Mmm-hmm.” The fey growls, feeling the flow of cum tapering off. He slips himself loose, admiring the mess of dripping white goo coating his servant’s ass. He pushes his palm against the stretched out tail-hole and Gabe squeaks.

“Ahhh~! Siiir!” The sub wails, feeling the fat bulb of a plug enter him, keeping the bulk of his master’s cum trapped inside. The thick toy shudders to life, vibrating against his prostate in a frenzy.

“Ahhhhh! Ah! Hah! Oh Fates!” He begs, feeling himself already near the edge.

“Now, I’m gonna go fuck your partners. Your job is not to cum. Be a good boy and try to hang on until I get back, okay?” He pats the buzzing toy and Gabe does a frantic little dance of ecstasy.

“Ye-yes, sir!” He nods desperately.”

>>1119090
Ok Gabe, try not to cum more than like, two times while he's gone.

>>1119090
Leaving us alone with inescapable pleasure invading us, forced to deny ourself with no way of knowing when it will end? Ooh, Master is such a cruel Man! And that's what we love the most about Him, even more than all the other things we love about Him! At least we have the small mercy of being allowed to balance on two feet now. We'd best enjoy that while we can before He does anything tricky with our ankle cuffs. A spreader bar would make this so much worse...

I wonder where Argus got the plug He's using on us. It seems to match His hair color, so I'd fancy a guess that it's a piece of His own angelic essence, just like the collars He uses to keep His grip on us wherever we go. That means our Master is still toying with us right now even when we're all alone! And not just that! If it's a part of Him like our other bindings, He can do so much worse with it than just this intense vibration that's already nearing our limit! It could grow longer, wider, deeper, it could grow nubs to press on our tender insides, it could be ribbed, it could have a knot just barely too wide to pass our delicate hole so we could never get it out... the only reason we have a hope of resisting this is because Master allows it. If He felt like punishing us, He could finish us any time He wanted!

No, it's too alluring, don't think about it. Don't think about the tempting terror of Master's wrath, about having our cock trapped soft and straining behind a lock with no key, about being forced to cum until it hurts so much we beg for the cage, about tentacle whips that leave excitingly painful red marks on our sensitive yellow pelt, about all the worse things Argus could do to us and still put us back together with His ages-practiced healing touch...

And especially don't think about the fact that we have a way to cheat at our training. We're alone and we're a portal master. If we really need to, we could open up a pair of portals to suck our own desperate little cock while Master is away, catch our cum in our mouth, lick and swallow it all, and get hard again by the time He gets back. But there's no way we'd get away with it. Master surely had ways of finding out, and He'd know that we not only stole an orgasm from our body, but deliberately plotted to deceive Him! Master warned us what might happen if we fail Him; do we really want to risk finding out what happens to rebellious captives who lie, cheat and steal from Him?

...Yes. Yes, we want that. The fear is just too enticing. We're an adventurer! We wouldn't be where we are in life if we backed down from adventure, danger, and mystery. Granted, "where we are in life" is a helpless captive at the mercy of a Man with a nigh-limitless capacity to torment us... but that's what makes it so much fun!

Lie, cheat, steal, and suffer. That is my choice.

The training actually sounds helpful. Just be a good boy and make a genuine attempt to endure.

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“You.” Argus says, pointing to Kol. “With me.”

“Um- yes, sir.” Kol replies, following as the wolf sits on his throne. At his bidding, the mouse climbs up into his lap and turns around for him.

“Now, you’re going to have to learn to use your senses properly” Argus growls in his ear before the world suddenly goes dark.

“Ah! Master?” Kol tries to reach for the blindfold, only to find his hands shackled again. He opens his mouth and a gag is stuffed into it, muffling his questions.

“You want to see how my gallery works? You need to learn to see with your spirit first.” The wolf tells him. “It isn’t just another you: it’s tied to the world and the flow of mana, you just need to tap into it.”

Argus’s tip wedges itself under Kol’s tail and he lets out a squeak as it sinks in.

“Now, you're going to let your spirit out, and you're going to bounce on my cock until you cum. And once you come back from your trip, you're going to tell me what you saw.”

Well, spirits do seem to be pure mana... or perhaps the other way around. start bouncin!
Is the "sight" more literal or more 6th sense? Though with how mana and mana-touched things act, it could be both!

>>1119155
This is... quite a predicament we're in. No freedom, no sight, no way to resist, not even the privilege of begging Master for mercy if it's too much for us. Argus has us utterly defeated and we have no choice but to sink down in submission to His power. Our master is going to take our mind from us again in ways beyond even the overwhelming violation we've already been subjected to, and we have absolutely no way out of it.

Just expose our soul as Master commands. We are weak and He is strong. Our will is His to choose and His to take. In less dire circumstances, our magic may have given us a second pair of eyes to see, but there's no way Argus would let us have that mercy. Time to see how He has bound our soul.

As hopeless as it it, what's left of my wounded pride... is "wounded" the right word? Shrunken? Softened? Caged? What's left of my pride desperately wishes to put up some small token of resistance, even as we're ordered to violate our own most private places for our conquerer's enjoyment. Hold back the incoming forced orgasm for as long as we can. We may just be delaying our inevitable defeat again, but we're not going to surrender until we're well and truly beaten.

>>1119155
>>1119163
...I'm having second thoughts again. I think we should not do what Argus says, at least at first. Squirm out of his grasp. See how he responds to that.

When we were first imprisoned, our captor reassured us that we were allowed to say "no" to his orders if we thought he was going too far. But now we're unable to say "no" because he forced a ball gag into our mouth. We've never tried to resist Argus before, but if he wants us to feel like we're "protected" by our rights as guests, we should put them to the test sooner or later, and now's the best chance we've got to do that. For better or worse, we'll be better off knowing what defiance gets us, rather than taking his mercy for granted.

I'm not entirely sure what outcome appeals to me the most. Being in a kind Master's care brings with it a sort of comfort that can't be found anywhere else, but being trapped with a terrifying abuser has a strange allure to it that's impossible to deny. The struggle is just too thrilling. I would gratefully obey our Master's orders if we do get a choice, but I hope we're at least allowed to struggle in His clutches a little.

>>1119155
That... Seems like an incredibly useful skill right there. This is even better than learning his gallery trick honestly, seeing mana and how it's connected to the world sounds like the basis for a whole slew of potential skills... and you gotta try and see what Gabe is up to if you have enough control over the vision, so get bouncing~!

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Kol lets his spirit separate, but as he pulls away from his body he feels the shackles binding it in place.

”Wait, those are angelic! I can’t phase through them!”

He’s suddenly tugged downward onto Argus’s shaft and lets out a cry of surprise.

“Mmmmmph!” The mouse wriggles on his master’s cock, feeling a completely new and unexpected sensation. ”Oh fu-uck, he shifted forms! He-he's stretching me!”

“Heheheh, I take it from your reaction that you’ve never been fucked like this.” The wolf thrusts up sharply and chuckles at Kol’s moans. “Having both your body and spirit wrapped around me… that’s a rare treat. Don’t leave me hanging, mousey: start bouncing.”

Kol takes a moment to catch his breath and balances on his shaky legs. With the help of his spirit, he’s able to lift himself up, feeling the thick pylon of Argus’s cock sliding out of his tail-hole. Carefully, he sinks back down, both of his forms stretching to accommodate the wolf’s girth.

“Hhhhnn-mmmm!”

“Thaaaat’s it. You like that?” One hand grabs the base of Kol’s tail and holds him steady, allowing Argus to rock his hips up and down gently. “Come on, all the way to the base.” He orders.

Kol nods and let’s himself be guided down, until the curve of his master’s knot hits his backside. He starts to bounce, only an inch or two at first before plunging up and down. His tip drips and flails untouched and rock hard as he works himself harder on Argus’s shaft.

The wolf laughs, his many eyes watching the show from every angle. “There we go! Better get used to it: we have plenty more training to do!”

>>1119207
Well, we have no hope of getting out of this, so let's instead consider what's happening to us now. And what's happening is... eyes! Master's eyes everywhere, feasting on each and every inch of our weak, powerless form! We're completely bound and completely blind to everything else, but somehow we're able to sense His gaze on us. This isn't something He needs to do to capture our image, He must be doing it to make us feel like a piece of meat being appraised and devoured.

Let's repay his kindness with a little trick of our own. In this position, we've got enough range of motion to move both of our abused tailholes out of sync, which means we can please our Master in two different ways at once! We could writhe in opposite directions for an extra-tight squeeze, or clench His knot with one hole while stroking His shaft with the other... be proactive, be creative, and hold out until we make Argus cum first! We can at least give ourself that tiny, tiny sliver of pride before we enjoy the shame of surrendering to His power and the inevitable fate we've been sentenced to.

It also looks like our angelic bindings really do grip our soul as tightly as our body. That means we're completely helpless in our Master's grasp... but it could be incredibly useful in a lot of different circumstances! If Argus gives us a pair of gloves (ideally of the kind that reach past the elbow, to accentuate the "emasculated bondage slut" style) we could do so much more for Him than just pleasing His angelic form with our bodies. Maybe we could even convince Him to let us keep them after our service...

>>1119207
Argus eyes are everywhere... I'm wondering if Argus is powerful enough that his awareness in his home is similar to Genius Loci... Oh I really hope Gabe isn't trying to cheat thinking he won't get caught now.

6th sense it is! see if you can't look him in the eyes... good luck, there are plenty of eyes.

Makes you wonder if Augus' eyes are always there, just hidden from view. Perhaps so are Casey's bindings and effects thereof.

>>1119220
You could hope for gabe to stay safe, if you want to treat him like the delicate treasure that he is. But a harsh punishment so early in his training would help him so much more in the long run. When his thoughts of Master's cruelty change from a pleasing fantasy to a painful reality, he'll learn to endure far more than just the temptation of a forced orgasm. And with that fear lingering in the back of his mind, he'll be encouraged to fulfill orders he could never have done before, knowing what could be done to to him if he fails.

Besides, it wouldn't be fair to deny him the experience after planting the seed in his mind like that. Whether it's from trying to betray his Master and getting caught, or trying to obey Master and just not being good enough, he should have something to look forward to once Argus is done with His other toys. Unless He set up an automatic punishment for when the poor boy failed His task... like the vibration stopping right after the point of no return, forcing gabe to waste his shot with no stimulation? Let's hope he doesn't avoid being trapped forever in Master's gallery like that.

>>>1119221
That reminds me. If kol's spirit form is made of his essence, might we be able to shape it like Argus can shape His form? We can test that out at least a little now, try to stretch our muscles or twist our spine just slightly more than we can with our fleshy body.

Toxoglossa 2025/12/19(Fri)19:24 No. 1119250 ID: dacc20
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Feeling the eyes of his master watching him, Kol keeps up his pace, moaning into his gag as the pressure builds.

“That’s it! Come on!” Argus leers, feeling his servant’s body begin to tense up, “Take it like a champ! Show me what you can do, mousey!”

Sensing his rhythm starting to falter, Kol nods and replies with a “Mhhmm!”

He drives himself all the way onto Argus’s shaft, using his spirit to slowly squeeze onto the wolf’s knot with a pop. Kol feels the thick cock hilt itself inside him and squeaks into the rubber of his gag. Unable to finish just yet, his spirit keeps riding, bouncing in place while his body clenches around Argus’s girth.

His master growls appreciatively, feeling his angelic cock being milked by both Kol’s forms. “Ah! Yes! Keep doing that!” He stands up suddenly, clutching Kol to his hips as his muscles start to shudder, “Moon and Bone, I’m gonna cum!”

The first pulse of Argus’s load hits Kol’s insides like liquid fire. The angelic essence coats his well-used passage in white, infusing the mouse with a shot of mana. The sudden surge of energy tips him over the edge in an instant, and he feels time slow down as his orgasm hits.

>>1119250
Success! Our almighty Master has taken our pride, our freedom, our manhood, and our body, but we still have the skill and the willpower to satisfy the greater Man in our new role! Being a pleasure toy is all we can do under His power, but if we've got anything left to be proud of, we've got to cling to it while we still can.

Now there's no choice left but to let Master take our mind next. The first time He let us cum was so intense it was like He took our virginity all over again. What is He going to do with us this time...?

>>1119250
Keep your eyes and senses open Kol! This is what you were asking for and now you've got a whole new way to observe this to figure out how it was done! Don't worry too hard about trying to figure it out your first try though, I'm sure you'll have plenty more time wrapped up like this in the future to figure things out~

Toxoglossa 2025/12/22(Mon)19:01 No. 1119320 ID: dacc20
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The blindfolded mouse feels himself enter the dark, cavernous space of the gallery. Like before, the continuous sensation of release fills his mind, making it impossible to focus. Time dilates into an endless, blissful horizon as the second hand of the universe sits un-moving.

His body sits frozen, dangling in midair as Argus’s knot fills his tail-hole. Kol’s spirit however, slowly as though trapped in tar, starts to move.

Still bound and gagged, there isn’t much he can do, but the feeling of progress is undeniable. Kol opens his eyes and behind the darkness of the blindfold, he sees faint traces of light. He tries to follow them with this new sight, but they all reach off into the sky, out of his range of vision.

”Something’s familiar.” He thinks. His mind works slowly, as though drunk on his own orgasm. ”It feels like talking with Rodwin. Is this Argus’s mind?”

Glamour is mental in effect, so one would suppose it mental in source, too.

The technicallities of Heartspaces could mean this is Augus' mind.

>>1119320
...Oh. Oh dear. Oh dear. When I said our Master was going to take our mind, I was just poetically fawning over Him. I didn't expect Him to do it quite so literally.

Okay, okay, okay, okay. I don't really know what's going on here, but I do know how to figure out magic tricks. So let's see what we can see!

We can tell that this is like some kind of mental realm... so when Argus pulls us into His gallery, He's really pulling us into His mind, like a predator swallowing His prey... or a protector embracing His lovers. What we're seeing here is Master's memories of us and all the pets He's owned in the past, and what we saw before He captured us is Him putting those memories on display to entertain His guests. That must be what the "flash" the others mentioned is for: a scanning effect to memorize every fiber of our fur, every flex of our muscles, every spark of pleasure in our brains, all preserved perfectly in Master's mind! That would help with magical healing; is there some relation?

And I also noticed that our spirit is wearing a collar that's separating from our body's collar. Either Argus is allowing us to pass through it for the sake of teaching us, or our collar isn't really where we feel it. This isn't our real body we're in, it's a glamour meant to show us what's inside Master's mind! Whenever He takes us to this place, what He's really doing is showing us an image of His mental gallery from the perspective of the memory He's made, endlessly trapped feeling all the pleasure He gave us, while He watches over our real bodies!

And, and, and, this entire complicated setup gives us a good clue as to how glamour works in general for the fae, and more specifically, its limits! The illusions they show us come from inside their own mind. They can't just make us experience whatever they want, anything of sufficient complexity needs some amount of internal "crafting" to be convincing, like an artist painting a canvas. That means whenever we can identify a use of glamour, we'll get a hint of what to expect from its user, and if they try to trick us again, we'll have better odds of seeing through it! All this training is going to be very helpful when we need to protect ourselves from fae who aren't so kind.

I think I've figured out what Argus is really doing to us. Whenever He lets us cum, He magically scans the state of our body, preserves an image in His mind of our form and everything we're feeling, sends that image back into our own minds, and watches us while we're too overwhelmed by endless pleasure to think straight. The voyeurs must be another part of Master's mind, like an internal audience to constantly admire Him (and a great Man like Argus is certainly worthy of the praise)! No need to worry about stupid time tricks like "stretching a single moment into eternity", that's just misleading poetic flair. This is really all a clever use of glamour that our Master uses to keep permanent memories of His pets, and at the same time to show us and everyone else how much He loves and owns us.

Argus is very generous to let us see inside His mind like this. It's sweet to know that some part of us will always belong to Him, feeling nothing but His love for as long as He exists.

Man, Casey is getting off (heh) easy with Argus, training-wise, compared to the boys. Maybe he has a soft spot for angels.

>>1119337
Because you said that I'm picturing her in a full body, formfitting, cage that he can adjust at will to get her posed in different positions and unable to move without his permission.

>>1119337
>>1119366
Didn't Argus say He'll be whipping casey into a shape He likes? There's no chance He's going to be any less strict with His new angel just because He has some special fondness for her; that just means she's lucky enough to get His attention.

Kol: "I got 31 tally marks! One a day!"
Gabe: "Hah! I got 36! Overtime bonus!"
Casey: *Covered head-to-toe in tallymarks* "I can taste colors."

Honestly, I'd like to see her turn the tables just once. Otherwise, she's not really utilizing the potential of the blessings she was given. Disrespectful to her former "master", even

>>1119378
We can dream about challenging our Master for dominance while we're helping with His training.

Back on the topic of our training, I notice that our spirit isn't wearing a ball gag like our body. Did Master remove it for us back in the real world so we can talk when He lets us out? Or is it not made by His power like our other bindings? No, it's definitely angelic; we would have noticed if we could talk with our spirit.

Oh! While we're in the gallery, do we see anyone we recognize here? We're here to learn, and that is useful information. Was gabe trapped here again after Argus took him away?

Learning to see whos not happy with the mice in the gallery would be useful. Including the courts they already pissed off with their stunts. Recognize the enemies and futurr friends / those that got REALLY horny watching.

As a side note, what phase is the moon in currently? In case it affects Argus's hornyness or physical/mental state.

>>1119320
Another thing we can do is to feel the area behind us with our tail. Argus is back there using us right now, and it's held firmly in His grasp, but He isn't here in the gallery with us. If we can move our tail around freely, then Argus must have taken our soul and put it somewhere else; if we feel something blocking our range of motion, that confirms that we're moving about in reality and this place is just an illusion.

Or if we're feeling particularly ambitious, point our tail upwards and stretch it like a periscope. Get a closer look at whatever force is looming over us and holding all these people in its grasp.

>>1119404
I was thinking more along the lines of our Master's other captives, or whatever's left of them that's still trapped here. I'm still giving Him the benefit of the doubt on any weird time tricks, so I assume that the people watching us are just nebulous mental images rather than actual fae who will see us in the future.

I also don't think this is the physical gallery because of the sheer number of people that Argus has bound throughout His life. If He put them all in a real place, He'd quickly run out of room for new trophies. What we saw before must have been a public display area where He projects a selection of the images stored in His mind and shuffles them at His whim.

Today is one day after the full moon, I believe. We were captured during the last full moon and this is the next morning. Unless it's different inside Master's mind...?

Toxoglossa 2025/12/27(Sat)20:18 No. 1119439 ID: dacc20
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There’s a shift and Kol comes rushing back into the brilliant light of mid-morning. The arc of his cum flashes into motion and spider-webs itself across the stone floor.

Kol hangs in Argus’s grip, feeling the thick knot shifting inside him. He snorts like a winded racehorse and tries to speak.

“Mmmph!”

“What’s that?” Argus slips the gag out of his mouth and cocks his head.

“Ah! It’s your mind!” Kol gasps.

“Ssss-“ Argus murmurs the syllable as a nonchalant reminder.”

“Sir! The galllery: it's your mind, sir!”

“Correct.” The werewolf grunts and tugs at the tight seal around his knot. Kol’s mouth goes wide as his tail-hole spreads around the thick bulge and the fey’s cock slips free. He can’t see it , but he can feel slickness soak through his fur and trail down his legs.

“Specifically, it’s my memory. I’m impressed you caught onto that so quickly. I take it you’ve spent time in another fey’s mind?” Argus asks.

“Ah~ yes, sir. I went into the mind of Rodwin: one of Hekal’s old commanders, who controlled the bargast outside Moot Point.” The mouse feels himself lowered to the floor and his arms unclasp from behind his back. His legs shiver like a newborn fawn’s as he struggles to maintain his balance.

Argus chuckles, “I had heard something about a bargast and a new world tree emerging. Didn’t realize you three were wrapped up in all that.” He gives the mouse an affectionate spank that he can’t see coming, and smiles at the squeak. “Though, in retrospect, I should have guessed as much. Keep the blindfold on: I want to see you training your spirit vision. We’ll go again later.”

He turns to Casey, having waited obediently after having finished her breakfast. Reaching into thin air and retrieving a riding crop. “Your turn~"

>>1119439
This is exactly what I expected when Argus said He would be whipping casey into shape. I hope for her sake that she can learn to let go of her haughty attitude, if she has any left in her.

Well, Master told us what He wants. We know what to do. Display our soul to Him as ordered. Hold our hands behind our back to avoid touching our cock without its owner's permission. Loop our tail around our wrists and cuffs as an extra reminder to resist temptation. We may need to kneel to save what's left of our energy. Argus loves having an audience, we mustn't let anything get in the way of giving Him our undivided attention.

A day ago, we thought we were a mighty warrior and guardian. Now all we can do is bow in submission and watch as our girl is tamed, beaten, and taken by her newer, better Man while we're powerless to protect her. After how completely He just took us, we can't even entertain the notion of opposing Him. Just be grateful we're allowed to see this, learn to appreciate the shame, and never forget that we're lucky to have a Master as kind and caring as Argus.

>>1119439
Well wearing the blindfold long term will certainly help for practicing spirit sight, though I do hope he lets you out every once in a while so your eyes don't get too used to the darkness. I'm honestly curious what Casey is going to be put through. Increasingly stretched poses to get her used to keeping herself stretched out while in her angelic form? Some large insertions? Have her hold a specific pose for long periods and then add distractions? Or just have her cool off by being bound in different ways to show her off as his trophy?

Plot twist, he gives Casey the riding crop to use on himself/the boys. Dominatrix training!

I also hope there's a silly moment with the mice wearing Moon costumes for Argus's Moon fetish.

Toxoglossa 2025/12/29(Mon)10:34 No. 1119467 ID: dacc20
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“What would you have me do, master?” Casey asks, lowering her head.

“Mmmm~” Argus purrs, “You’re going to learn to control your shape and I’m going to sculpt you. Now: back to your angel form.” He commands.

She stands and transforms, awaiting his orders.

“We’ll start simple. Head back. Leg up, behind you. Arms above your head. Wings out.”

Argus directs the mouse into position, using the flat leather loop of the crop to lift her leg, tilt her chin, and curve her wings. “Back. Back. Back. Up!”

Casey strains, feeling the wolf pushing her past the normal limits of her limbs. Standing on one leg, she finds herself being contorted into a balletic arch: her leg pulled back above her head to meet her arms.

The werewolf leans close, growling his orders into her ear. “Now, you are to hold that pose until you cum. Understood?” There’s a soft slap as the crop lands on the inside of Casey’s thigh and traces itself up her leg.

Whiplash: Ballerina edition. Gonna be a rough training!

Toxoglossa 2025/12/29(Mon)20:23 No. 1119477 ID: dacc20
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“Y-yes, sir. I’ll try…” the mouse replies, focusing on holding her position.

“Good girl.” He replies, pacing around her.

Unable to move her head and follow him, Casey dutifully awaits her master’s orders. She squeaks as the crop softly lands on her breast and teases her nipple before trailing down the soft curves of her stomach.

He runs the tip along the edge of the angel’s hip and slips it between her legs. The flat strip of leather presses up against her pussy, pushing apart her vulva and rubbing at her sensitive folds.

Casey feels her legs shiver and bites her lip as slickness drips from the crop. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on keeping her form but feeling her mind fogging up with pleasure.

Her master’s voice cuts through the haze, “You’re thinking too hard again; letting yourself get distracted. You‘ll never cum if you’re working so hard to maintain your shape.”

don't think about what you're trying to do but just push your body the direction you want it to go

>>1119477
Now I see the trap Argus has us in! We're straining to pose like He wants because we're still clinging to preconceptions like having a fixed identity that our Master doesn't control. It's hard for us to bend like this because we think "Casey" is a haughty dominatrix who is reducing herself to something else for Him, and will "snap back" if we stop putting in the effort. The only way we'll get to cum is if we accept that "casey" is His to define. And with the way He's brandishing that riding crop, we're in for some painful encouragement if we don't accept our new self quickly enough.

We should be grateful for having our stubborn pride whipped out of us. Master only hurts us because He cares for us. Or maybe He just thinks we'd look good with bruises. It's not our place to protest. We are a blank canvas for Argus to work His art. If Master wants us bent, then we are bent. If Master wants us marked, we are marked. Our form is His to choose, and the pain He inflicts is a gift to guide us to the truth.

Try reciting mantras to focus. "Master defines me". "I am His canvas". "I am soft, wet clay". "My shape is whatever He wishes". "I am here to be His art". "My past self is only a memory". Either it will ease our mind into a more malleable state, or it will get us a smack across the cheek for talking too much, and that's a risk I'm eager to take.

This is all so strange and new for us. Being treated this way is exactly what we always thought we shouldn't want in a Man, but it's so arousing that we'd never refuse even if we could. It's fortunate that Master gave us so much to drink before this, because we're going to be absolutely pouring by the time He's finished.

Modify your body so that your current shape is the most natural one; one you don't have to tense your muscles to maintain.

>>1119479
The others are definitely right, in this state your control over your body is pretty absolute, so you either need to be good enough at holding and shaping yourself it becomes instinct and doesn't require conscious thought, or lock yourself in place such that even in the throes of bliss you don't have the ability to move yourself... Actually we saw restraints made from angelic essence earlier, could you portion off a part of yourself to hold the rest of yourself in place? Because if so that opens up some interesting possibilities...

>>1119499
We're always bound by our Master's angelic power. That's how He made our collars. I don't think we're a good enough angel to bind ourself as well as He can, but it did slip my mind that casey has her own binding magic that's totally separate from her angelic form. We could use it to hold our body in this position without straining so much... though I don't think Master Argus would like us falling back on familiar habits. We're supposed to be learning flexibility and control, and if delaying until He gets impatient doesn't earn us a lashing, then trying to cheat at His training certainly will. But that might just be the wakeup call we need to get out of our resistant mindset.

Toxoglossa 2025/12/30(Tue)20:33 No. 1119505 ID: dacc20
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Casey nods, just slightly so as not to disrupt her pose. “Yes, master. Please, shape me to your desires.” She replies, keeping her words short and clipped.

The mouse exhales, letting go of her concentration and instead willing her body into position. She stares ahead blankly, letting her master rub at her clit teasingly.

Argus continues to circle around his prize, reaching under her leg to finger her before following the curve of her ass to the base of her tail. An involuntary gasp slips past her lips as Argus runs a blunt claw-tip around the rim of her tail-hole.

“Ah~ m-master!” The mouse moans, feeling her balance drifting as she’s groped.

The crop comes scything out of nowhere, sharply clapping against her ass cheek. The mouse jerks upright and squeaks as the pain radiates through her butt.

“Focus.” Argus orders. “I take it from your moans that you’re enjoying yourself?” His thumb presses harder, threatening to push inside.

>>1119505
"Thank you for disciplining me, sir!"

I'm glad to learn that Argus isn't afraid to give us a well-earned smack whenever we get out of line. After the rough treatment kol went through, I was concerned that He would go easy on us because we're His favorite. Now we know that Master's fondness is going to make Him indulge in us for all we're worth and more. There's no way we're getting out of this without learning to be the loveliest little pet an angel can be.

Brace for more spankings, because we've only just begun training for our role as a living decoration, and we can't possibly finish this task with just one slip-up. Appreciate them for the tokens of affection that they are. The more our Master whips our faults out of us, the more room we'll have for discipline and devotion.

>>1119505
There's no question that the truthful answer is "Yes, Sir~" here, but how deep does it go? Is it him playing with your tail-hole again? Being commanded and holding still while he teases and trains you? The sting of that crop and the discipline it promises? Or maybe some molten and heated combination of them all~? Just be sure to keep focused while you ponder that, if you can~

>>1119505
Oh! We must remember to ask for permission before we cum! Don't forget that every orgasm is a privilege that must be earned. We're starting to learn how Argus grants them to us, so we have all the more reason to pay proper respect.

Angels can levitate, can't they? We'll do a better job of holding this pose if we let ourself fall into position. Don't get distracted by simple ideas of "up" and "down", think of this as the natural place where we will inevitably drift when we're not squirming out of it, like gravity itself is keeping us in our place. To a well-trained pet, her Master's will is as absolute as any force of nature.

Toxoglossa 2026/01/01(Thu)19:44 No. 1119566 ID: dacc20
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“Yes, master~” Casey moans between little gasps. “Thank you for correcting me. Please, give me more~”

“Hmm, what do you think is doing it for you?” He asks, “Is it the spanking? Anal? Being dominated?”

“I don’t think, sir. I’m here for your pleasure~” The mouse replies

“Atta girl…” he growls, giving her an affectionate pat on the butt. “However, I do need you to cum for this exercise. I order you to not hold back.”

“Yes, sir. I'm grateful for any pleasure you give me, master.”

“Good mousey.” Argus’s thumb works itself inside her tail-hole, testing and stretching; preparing her for more. “Mmm, if I had to guess: you’re no stranger to taking it back here?”

The mouse nods and answers, “Yes, master. Please, use any part of me as you see fit. My body is yours~”

“That’s my angel…” He purrs, leaning closer. The werewolf’s thumb slips out of her, using it to keep her spread for him. Argus’s cock wedges itself into the opening before driving forward a few inches at a time.

Casey’s voice is reduced to tiny, breathless squeaks; her body adapting to make room for the thick shaft as it pushes deeper.

Another slap from the crop makes her yelp and brings her back in position; not having realized her leg had slipped out of position.

Her master’s hand reaches between her legs, clasping her pussy possessively. His breath is heavy and warm in her ear as he thrusts gently, warming her up.

“Now, once you are ready, we will begin. I give you permission to your binding magic to brace yourself. Unlike last night, I won’t be going easy on you.”

>>1119566
So Casey, how many of those do you think you can hold at once? Because you should make the most of this opportunity. Wrists, ankles, hips, shoulders, knees, elbows anywhere a joint might falter you should hold yourself, including around your head to make sure you don't slump forward or back if/when you climax~. If you think you're up to it, maybe some small, individual, ones for those fingers and toes~

>>1119566
We're being granted the privilege of using our magic, and the honor of binding our fallible form for our Master's pleasure. Such a generous demand deserves nothing less than complete obedience! Take on the task of enforcing our own subjugation so Argus may enjoy Himself to His fullest!

To ensure we don't sway from the pose we've been ordered into, make our bindings into a rigid framework, like that used to hold a doll. A skintight cover running from our ankle to our thigh like an unbending metal stocking, a corset around our waist with extensions going up our chest and down our belly, more braces on our other leg and our arms, and a high posture collar to top it off. Our wings are part of the pose, so don't forget to hold them in place, too.

But don't put anything between us and the Man behind us! Our Master gets complete and unobstructed access to our backside so that He may use it as vigorously as He pleases. Same goes for all our other sensitive spots, like the treasure He's reaching for between our legs. I was tempted to tie our arms directly to our raised leg, but that would get between Argus and our tailhole. It's better to be held fast from the front, so that He can touch us anywhere He wants from the rear. And give us more lashes if we're not quite up to His standards, of course. A good pet knows that the only right way to avoid punishment is obedience.

>>1119566
>>1119574
Oh, but don't forget to shift our tailhole into a form that's able to satisfy Master Argus! Be deep enough to receive His length from tip to base, soft enough to be penetrated vigorously and mercilessly without resistance, and slick enough that He can slide in and out smoothly at any pace He likes. "Ready" means "ready for use", and we mustn't be so focused on securing our outsides that we neglect to prepare our insides.

Toxoglossa 2026/01/03(Sat)17:56 No. 1119632 ID: dacc20
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“Yes, sir.” Casey takes a breath and summons her binding rings, locking her limbs in place.

The spells scarcely have time to finish before Argus starts thrusting. True to Casey’s request, the werewolf grabs hold and starts fucking the living daylights out of her.

“Ahhhh~! Master! Yes! Fuck me!” Her mind goes blank as thick, fey cock slams into her again and again in a blur. As he works her loose, his knot slips in and out: tugging at her sore backside until it can barely hold on. She feels his fingers rubbing at her pussy, slipping past her lips to curl inside and shiver against her g-spot, tipping her over the edge.

Casey’s mouth hangs opens in a long, needy moan, her body writhing in her own bindings. Beyond caring about the rough treatment , she hangs helplessly: lost in a haze as her master ruts her brainless.

>>1119632
There's only one fate that awaits us now, and this time we know what Master is doing to us. The moment we were collared, we lost the simple pleasure of the mortal orgasms we're so used to; now our pleasure comes from our owner commanding us to feel bliss drawn from His own mind and forced into ours. Every single orgasm is a gift that Argus makes Himself and shares with us, as both a reward for our service and a reminder of His power.

I think that's the most alluring thing about our entire situation. We've had such a familiar, intimate, fundamental part of ourselves taken and locked away, replaced with an overwhelmingly intense, otherworldly experience from an ancient force sculpting our minds into works of art for His gallery. It's like He placed a mark on our soul. Nothing else makes me feel quite as owned as the way Argus redefines what it means to feel pleasure.

But for the same reasons, it's also terrifying to lose so much control of our own mind, no matter how kind its new owner is. And we've been ordered to let Him in without any hint of resistance... I'm not sure we could manage it. Instinct alone would make us hold back our inevitable climax just a little at the last second, the way a field mouse would flinch at thunder, before we're able to catch ourself and let our Master's blessing in. Not long enough to really get in His way, but enough that He's sure to notice that we briefly defied Him, with all the experience He has taming girls like us. If we're lucky, all we'll get is one last whiplash to jolt us past that final bit of resistance. If we're not...

Looks like he's going to release a lot of energy. I hope her seal can contain it. Maybe she could expand her capacity...

>>1119632
Well I guess if your higher thoughts have been pounded out of your head by master you'll have to shapeshift instinctively. What good training this is turning out to be hmmm? Then again we don't know how much you'll retain when you're thinking straight again, with all those higher thoughts cluttering things up and interfering, so you'll probably be doing this quite a bit... for a solid month~ Oh you're going to have every feature of Master's body engraved into your memory by the time this finishes~ But for now, hold on and let your body adapt.

Toxoglossa 2026/01/05(Mon)19:03 No. 1119718 ID: dacc20
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In a flash, she’s back in the gallery: hanging in midair next to her previous trips, having earned her third tally mark.

Casey lingers in the timeless space; its dark and quiet, with nothing to worry about or think of except the bliss of release. She hopes her master is pleased with her performance, and that her pose is to his liking. Maybe with further training, she’ll be able to hold her shape better: hopefully without needing the restraints.

>>1119718
You're taking up a lot of space in Argus's mind. He's even started calling you "his angel". If he intends to woo you, Casey, are you interested? Maybe you should ask him about his rings to get a better idea of what a deeper relationship with him would be like.

Is the mind palace a fey thing, or can you get one of your own?

Goodness Casey, at this rate he'll be able to decorate the entire entry way to his gallery with you... And looking back all of your stolen moments have been kept together. The other you could see shadows of other parts of the gallery, but you Casey, you have all three of your moments so far displayed proudly and very near each other.

>>1119723
I was kind of getting that feeling myself honestly, but wasn't sure if I was seeing things or not.

>>1119718
Here again in an angel's eternal reward, a Heaven we can never leave and will always return. No matter where casey goes after this, there will always be a part of herself leashed here in this everlasting moment. Which version are we, I wonder? When this spell finally ends and our Master's pet is released from His mind, will we wake up to serve Argus in ways we can't even imagine as we are? Or are these the last thoughts we'll ever be allowed before our mind is locked in place as Master's prize? Will we see His guests gather around to amuse themselves wondering how He bent us to His will? Will the other casey come back to look at the girl she once was, frozen droplets of ecstasy gushing out, marks of discipline permanently aching next to our open hole?

We're not the first casey who was trapped here, and we're not nearly the last. But for the first time, we know what we truly are: a precious memory. We exist because Argus treasures us. From now to eternity, every moment of this bliss we experience is because we are cherished by our Master. And we will repay His love by doing the only thing we ever can: belong to Him. Forever.

...

Are... are we waking up? Are we the casey in training? Can we move? Can we think? Did... did we really just think that?


...We did! All alone with nothing but our thoughts, and all we can think about is how to serve our Master! Argus really has tamed us! Even our halo is changing as He marks us with His praise! This isn't just us acting to repay a debt, this isn't a role we're playing anymore, we really, truly, love to be His pet! We're so lucky to have finally found our wonderful Master!

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>>1119731
(Please don't move on to Gabe's next scene too quickly. The current scene warrants several follow-up comments before we go check up on him, but I'm trying to focus on one subject at a time.)

Welp, even if the tally marks are gone after the month, everyone watching the mind palace will get to see/count them.

I think its worth asking how many Fey get to watch the show? Is literally everyone invited into ones mental gallery, or just select friends and trusted? And only for special events like fight nights?

Its also worth asking what happens to a mind palace/gallery if their owner is compromised (possessed, killed, branded, etc).

If the mice can replicate the mind palace, there is a business opportunity there.

Imagine - pay-on-entry museum of Gabes libido. They'll be the richest mice in Moot!

On the topic of mind palaces though, I wonder if such a place is able to securely hide some very important memories - e.g. the one-time trip into THE GHOST ZONE that Guardians are specifically forbidden from revealing details about. That could be relevant one day (e.g. viewing their mentors memories without them explicitly breaking their oaths, or someone trying to view the events unwillingly).

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Time comes roaring back as Casey all at once. Her bindings dissolve into glowing fragments as Argus lifts her out of her pose and holds her close.

His cock lodges itself balls-deep within her and starts to pulse. The wolf grunts and shudders, tugging his knot against the tie and milking himself inside her.

“Ahh~ yes! Yesssss! Cum inside me, Master!” Casey gasps. “Ahhh~ I feel it!”

Argus’s orgasm slowly abates, leaving her full and dripping. He carefully extricates himself, waiting for Casey to be ready before pulling free. “Mmm, that was good…for a start. We’ll be working on more advanced poses later.”

“Yes, master. Thank you for treasuring me in your memories~” Casey says with a submissive nod.

“Good angel.” The wolf pats her on the head affectionately. “Now, I think your partner has been waiting long enough.” Argus turns to Gabe, still hanging in place.

>>1119804
Oh fates, I forgot Gabe was watching everything the whole time.... I will be genuinely shocked if he's managed to hold himself back from cumming at least once with both the show and the toy in him, and if he has... He'd be begging for permission to cum right? Assuming he didn't take any of the suggestions to cheat earlier anyway, which really he shouldn't, this is training after all~

Argus is tail-wagging. His inner pupper is showing.

Also oh my goodness his tail wag is so cute!

>>1119804
Ah, nothing is more gratifying than the chance to see and hear our Master's satisfaction while we feel His juices linger warmly inside us. And we can still smell and taste Him from when He fed us this morning. Now to rest and recover, and bask in His praise with all of our senses, so we have that much more to give Him the next time He's in the mood for us. It would be lovely if we belonged to Argus forever, but if He only owns us until the next full moon, then it's our duty and privilege to let Him take us for all we're worth.

I'm envious of the other casey, trapped for eternity as a prized treasure in our Master's hoard, with no hope of ever knowing freedom again. But we were that casey until we had one of our new orgasms, when He gave us a glimpse of her life before we were split off to serve Him further. It's such an intense thought, that for every time we're made to cum, we'll be sentencing ourselves to our final, inescapable reward. Knowing that every orgasm seals our fate, we simply cannot please ourselves casually anymore like we're so used to. We just don't have the right, it belongs to Argus now. The thought fills me with absolute terror in all the most wonderful ways.

...How is little gabe handling himself? Bless his heart, but the poor boy is so frail, I don't think he could get through it like we could. And he's being put through endurance training? We weren't awake for whatever happened to him last night, but we could never miss the dried tears he had left in his cheek fur. I shudder to think of what he'll have to endure before Argus is done with him... but I'm grateful that we get to watch. The chance to see our little friend cry has a shameful allure that we just can't deny.

...Speaking of our fellow pets, kol is watching us, isn't he? The boy was smart enough to figure out Master's memory prison, he must have seen something interesting watching it from the outside. And we have more clues for how it works now! The second time we were claimed, we could see our past self in front of us, but not the future self that was there just now. The gallery is different every time we're sent here, so we're not being sent through "the future" or any weird time tricks like that. So who were the guests? We were being watched from every angle last night, but today, we've only seen our fellow captives there. I think they were the actual guests that Argus invited to His party, enjoying the sight of Him conquering and claiming us right when He was doing it! They aren't there anymore because the party is over and we're all alone with our Master now; there's no one around to watch Him use us as He pleases, and there won't be until He's finished preparing His art for the next public display.

Unless there's an intruder sneaking around our Master's mind where He doesn't permit them, but that's not something a pet needs to worry about.

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Gabe gasps and whines, his knees held together as he fights to hold back his orgasm. The plug in his ass buzzes away relentlessly against his prostate, still holding back a reservoir of Argus’s cum.

The mouse sees his master approaching and pleads, “Ah! S-sir! I can’t-“

Argus walks up and grabs him firmly by the balls. A surge of healing magic courses into the mouse, tipping his body beyond the balance of climax.

Gabe’s master leans in, his body intimately close and imposing. “Cum.” He orders.

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>>1119809
Looking back, I see that Argus usually tends to wag His tail a little during sex, but it's been particularly excited today when He's been using casey, especially during this morning's breakfast. Looks like He's growing more affectionate with His little angel.

And casey's eyes showed little heart symbols when He captured her image last night. It's like her body was trying to show Him how much she loves Him!

There's definitely something more than a damsel/captor relationship forming here. I hope we learn to form our own collar to pay tribute to the Man who trained us.

Healing magic on Gabes balls after making him hold back? Gabe is about to learn the lewd equivalent of Hydro Pump. And possibly paint Argus white.

I wonder how Delilah will react to the fact she missed out on a Gabe training montage. She did entertain wanting to shape him up into a hunk. She might get jealous! "Nobody gets to Gabe through a crushing training regiment but me!"

Casey still has some surrogate duties to attend to before any real romance with Argus can commence, along with a colorful connection with a certain deity. Argus clearly has a kink for angels and wants to fuck the Moon (who I imagine Casey has some motifs of), but the Master/Servant dynamic might not be the healthiest basis for a real relationship.

Come to think of it, Casey has moon-like symbols on her body and wings. That and his previous Angel relationship must have him experiencing multiple of his kinks through Casey directly.

Next thing we know, Gabe and Kol will be wearing theatrical moon costume props. :p

>>1119827
We made it! We were a flicker of a candle flame away from surrender, but we made it! We kept our little body under control until Master came to take it back! We've held back His wrath for just a little while longer!

Which means we won't be getting punished quite yet. Try not to be too jealous of the angel.

A proper toy would show how much they appreciate their Master's mercy, so let's really put on a show. Let our knees buckle. Let our arms go slack. Dangle by our wrists as our spine twists from the intense pleasure. Lift our head up and squeal as His power invades our most sensitive parts and surges through our entire being. Submit to His command so completely that every witness will know what we are now: a helpless plaything of Master Argus.

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The mouse lets out a cut-off cry and finds himself dumped back in his master’s gallery. His lean body is arched backwards, squirming in Argus’s grip and painting his own chest with cum.

Gabe hangs in place, the familiar warmth of healing magic surging through him. Having known the touch of a healer, he realizes that the orgasm isn’t going to end anytime soon.

He can feel the eyes of the fey on him: watching as he laces himself with dripping ropes of cum, and his leaking tail-hole is stretched wide around the thick butt plug. The sub in him beams with pride: having held out until ordered, and now being shown off by his master.

>>1119913
So delightful to be reminded of how powerless we are! Argus only needs a firm touch and a stern word to utterly eclipse any semblance of control we're capable of. The only reason we ever had any hope to endure His play is because He allowed us the privilege to entertain Him. No matter how much we think we've mastered our body or mind, we'll always know who the real Master is.

I hope our show of submission is pleasing to Argus. Making Him feel powerful is all we can do to repay him for the overwhelming ecstasy He's granted us. Or perhaps... Master was very fond of the performance we put on in costume earlier. What if we roleplay as other characters in scenarios He'd like to play out? We'd get an opportunity to practice acting, and He could enjoy dressing us up in cute outfits.

Mental note: next time Master uses our tailhole, try wrapping our tail around His knot. We're too small and frail to take His cock all the way, but we can still give Him that little bit of extra pleasure. And when He wants to finish, He can simply pull on our tail to tie His knot tighter, without having to fit his big, strong hands in between our bodies. Sure, it'll be hard on our tail, but-

Wait, is someone in the gallery with us? Who is watching us right now? Is there suddenly a crowd of fae here again? Or is there an intruder snooping in places where they don't belong? Or is it our Master's piercing gaze that we're feeling on us?

That fey in the background sure is strutting.