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His Keeper

by theonehowl

The Keeper is good. Relax. The Keeper will take care of you. Good Boy. The Keeper is to be obeyed. Obedient. Obey and submit to him. Good Boy. He will provide you shelter. Warm and Relaxed. You are owned by the Keeper.

Inua jolted up from his pillow with eyes searching frantically and rapid breathing after coming close to seeing that face. His face. He dared not to even think of the name. For he was frightened those dreams, so vivid and detailed with his sheets pulled tight around his arousal, might come true. The voices in his dreams... soft and translucent in the darkness like bright stars to drown in, made such terribly strong convictions, as they rang true and untested each time they spoke. The dreams scared him more because they reoccurred every night for weeks now.

The mouse, doused in chocolate fur and dark green eyes, pulled the sheets to his chest as he shivered. His arousal felt the movement of the sheets and gave him a nice warm jolt of pleasure, creating more shivers. So nice. The pleasure felt wrong, so much better, when it all stemmed back to the dream's influence. He hated it, because he feared it. This pleasure, this feeling... no good could come of it. Not if Inua valued his free will.

Do you?

Inua whimpered, still shivering in the blanket. To his horror, a wet spot grew over the bulbous tenting. He couldn't tell if the voice haunted him while awake, or if his own imagination predicted what that voice would say. He had dreamed enough times to actually predict and fabricate the voice. It had to be a fabrication. Yes, only a fabrication.

Inua knew, deep in his heart, as long as he stayed true to his heart, that no one would, or could, change him. That's why he ignored the raging hard on that swept his body with pleasurable warmth. He dismissed the shivering as a product of the cold inside the stone walls of his bedroom, and even the contradiction of both of those logics didn't faze him. He simply understood the dreams manifested through the trials of dealing with his sinful nature on a day-by-day basis. The temptation to lie with men, as on would lie with women, tested the mouse on many occasions. This was just another test of his faith.

Inua glanced to the robe hanging next to his bed. Putting it on would definitely make it easier to resist the carnal temptation that nagged at his naked body, but the wool itched his fur so bad. An itch that needs to be scratched. He shook his head, rolling over and wishing for a simple night of dreamless sleep.

The throbbing erection wouldn't let him rest, though. He tossed and turned around in bed, trying to calm himself to sleep and forget the ache between his legs. Desperation sank in like the bed sheets did between his curled digits.

Finally, he pulled the robe down and replaced his blanket with the wool covering. The texture practically stabbed the sensitive flesh below, making him squirm. The stiffness stayed despite the harsh treatment of the monk's robe. The mouse couldn't tell if his body liked this more than the lesser bed blanket. He eventually switched to the blanket after concluding he didn't want to know what his body liked. Better to know less about temptations.

He needed to do right by God's intentions. To do what was right. You need to do it right now. Need to feel that pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut as he pretended to sleep. His paw rested on the edge of his groin. As sleep took him, his paw stroked slowly up along the rigid member as the dreams came back. Inua managed to sleep the rest of the night after that. The voice spoke to him, and he listened as the captive audience.

Inua clawed at the loose soil, thankful for the temple-wall's shade and determined to have the garden weeded before lunch, today. The mouse's chores took on all new importance since the dreams started. The busy work prevented his mind from wandering, strengthening his fight for celibacy. Idle paws would most certainly be his downfall. His work also made him unaware, at that moment, of the subtle sliding noise and the figure coming up behind.

"May I keep you-" The words made Inua's eyes bulge and his breath catch. None of the words following registered in his mind, too busy with his mind spinning from the first utterance. His head snapped around as his fist clenched the dirty over-growth in his paw, thinking that voice finally came to take him and his very soul away. There stood over six feet in height, a shimmering red-scaled body with a golden underbelly. The naga had a small cotton jacket over its shoulders and a round crown of elk horns for a head piece. The sharp violet eyes locked with his. "Did I scare you, mouse?" Inua finally became aware of the question and the soft voice that spoke it.

"Uhmm... I'm sorry, what did you ask me?" he said in a dream like state. The red snake smiled.

"I said, 'may I keep you for a moment, young monk?' I wanted to ask you for directions to the dining hall. I didn't mean to sneak up on you. My tail drags and usually gives me away." The serpent let out a small jovial laugh. Inua felt somewhat embarrassed, if not mostly relieved by the naga's disarming laugh.

"You did no offense, sir. It's just that I... really get into my chores, sometimes." He tried to laugh after coming up with the lie. Nervousness didn't make the laugh feel convincing. The serpent might not be so gullible. That made Inua wonder who this naga was?

"Well, I'm still sorry for it." The serpent stayed there staring, unblinking. For a few moments, Inua just stared back. The quiet of the temple surrounded them. Finally, he broke the strange unmoving silence.

"Did you need directions, mister...?"

"Avriel. Marten Avriel. And I do need directions, but.." Avriel looked away.

"But what?"

"I doubt very much I would find it without guidance, and you have your chores to do. If you know another monk who isn't busy I could..." Inua couldn't help but smile then.

"I believe we are all in a service of some kind this moment, sir. We have our work and keep it close to our hearts, almost as close as our faith." Avriel curled his lip and pondered. The mouse gave some thought for a second. "But I can make an exception, myself."

"Really?" The mouse nodded with a smile. "You're very generous... uhm-..."

"Inua. Inua Endo." Inua began leading the tall snake along the courtyard, as a few bears dressed in the same robe as Inua's tilled the field, the sunlight shining on their shaven scalps.

"Your name is quite exotic. You must have lived further West. You don't even follow all the regular monk's customs." Avriel referred to the full head of fur on Inua's scalp. They took a left into an open hall, their voice bouncing down the stone passage.

"Yes, I came here from my home when I knew I was in need of discipline. I don't really wish to discuss the fine details, but I can say I am much better here now." Deep down the mouse felt it was all lies. How could he be getting better with dreams like last night haunting his sleep?

"I see," Avriel said with a nod.

"And what brings you here, Avriel? That is, if you wish to share your business..." They eventually took a right, where Inua opened and held a large wooden door open for the naga.

"Thank you. Doors are so difficult with this tail." They entered a spacious hall lit by candle light. Rows of tables and chairs lined across in four files. Avriel began taking a seat as he responded to Inua's question. "I've traveled from the North-east, near Valendoh." He watched the mouse's face take in the shock and awe of his word, taking boastful pleasure in the reaction. "Yes... A very distant land. Treacherous borders to cross, as well."

Inua found himself sitting across the serpent, fascinated by meeting a traveler so far from here. The country land around Valendoh was notorious for their unknown culture and mystery, partly because the surrounding countries have a strict orthodox and forbids anyone to go there. Travelers from Valendoh also have trouble getting through the borders since the countries surrounding made it strictly known that visitors from Valendoh were not welcomed.

Ever since the prison break from the large city of Sauni, the convicts traveled over a treacherous landscape and built their own colony. Valendoh became a completely new civilization as a result of the escapees' determination. Sauni made attempts to recapture the escapees, but the new civilization settled in long enough and knew how to fight surprisingly well in its own cold mountainous region. They became an independent nation afterwords.

"And father Ernis is letting you stay with us, knowing where you come from?"

Avriel smiled, a charming glint in his eyes.

"The father is quite generous." Something about what the serpent said bothered Inua, but he let it go, knowing this to be true. After all, it was father Ernis who took him in after... after his incident.

Both doors of the entrance Avriel and Inua came through opened, and four hefty bears dressed in identical robes walked in. The three had various colors of brown fur while the one walking towards Avriel had black fur. He placed a big paw on the big naga's shoulder.

"I see you've met our Brother Inua, Avriel," the bear said while looking at the mouse.

"Yes, he was kind enough to show me where this place was at," Avriel said. The two looked at Inua, smiling. The mouse felt strangely uncomfortable under their beaming gazes. The other bears took their seats at the table behind, somewhere. The urge to leave strangely welled up in the mouse.

"I... I have to return to my chores, father Ernis," he said. "Please excuse me." He began to get up, but Avriel stopped him by raising a hand.

"Wait." The naga addressed the black bear. "It's my fault, Ernis. I asked him to lead me here. He should stay." The bear looked at Inua with the same smile.

"I don't see why he couldn't finish the gardens later," Ernis said. Inua held back a sigh of apprehension as he sat back down. More bears soon entered and sat at one of the many tables. Ernis stood to give the blessing before their meal. For the first time in Inua's two years of living with the monks... he peaked during the prayer, to see the serpent's head bowed in reverence. He hungered to know more about the naga, despite the intimidation he felt under the creature's gaze...

The Keeper wants you to like this. Relax. The Keeper is wonderful. Obey. The Keeper has ownership of you and there's no need to fight. Good Boy. The Keeper is to be pleased. So good. The Keeper is pleased, you are pleased. Relax. The Keeper's happiness is your happiness. Good Boy. The Keeper is pleased by your surrender. So nice. The Keeper is pleased by your obedience. So obedient. The Keeper is pleased by your submission. Good Boy.

"Yes-huh-uh..." Inua blinked after his eyes suddenly opened to the confused sound of his voice. He worried that he had grown used to randomly waking in his bed, with unsure thoughts and feelings. There's one part of you that's sure about something. Feel it?He forced back that thought the best he could, but the idea of putting his paw down under the sheets to feel how erect he was... it only made him harder. Something about the fantasy, wanting to... To obey.

"Ooh." Both paws clutched each bedside and held tight. He didn't trust them. The sensations felt too good that he feared those paws would give in without his consent. The act to turn fantasy into reality seemed so easy. The simplistic idea of putting his paw down there, of touching, of... Obeying. To please your Keeper. "No..." His quiet words hushed the nagging temptations. This had to be a test, one he wouldn't let himself fail.

Inua turned around, getting up to his knees and facing his head board. His body curled over in prayer with his head fit against the wood board. He prayed to be better, to be fixed. He wanted to be home with his family and the father who can once-again be proud of his son. Want to obey. The thought made his legs squeeze tight to try and guard the raging stiffness. No matter how much he prayed and tried to focus, the fantasy of giving in continued to flash into his mind.

"Tell me what I need. God... please."

You know what you need. Feel it.

His paws pressed together so hard they trembled against the force. He breathed steadily and stayed kneeling on his mattress, praying to the head board. The pain and degradation of his spinning thoughts drained the last bit of his energy. Exhaustion slowly claimed him and left the mouse slumped against the board asleep. The only miracle being that he had no dreams that night, just a purely exhausted sleep.

Inua brushed the smooth, charcoal back of a horse, the long thin hair of its tail swaying contently behind. The mouse finally caught up in his duties today despite his aching, sore back. Every movement seemed to remind him of last night. Now, instead of losing himself in the activities of a monk like he would normally do... he thought about those dreams, the battle over temptation, his own wicked nature, and the fact that coming to this place to be a monk made nothing better for his life. In fact, it was worse; but he banished the thought, determined to fight for his humanity.

He looked at the horse, then, thinking about what wasn't human. The creature enjoyed the brushings, the pampering, the food. Horses rarely complained, it seemed like. It had a purpose. The owners never cared what the beast did as long as the job was done right by their authority. Then they're let alone to themselves.

The mouse envied the creature who, even now, took pleasure from another who slaved over it. The creature somehow found freedom in its ownership. And there was Inua. burdened with aches and pains that hurt deeper than the physical pains in his back. In the name of his holy nature, life subjected him to the one thing he resisted. It didn't make sense to him. Why did he have to fight so much? Not even in sleep could God help him, couldn't take away the even deeper pain; which the mouse understood little of... but questioned whether it was regret now. He regretted to be born.

The stable doors opened, pulling the mouse from his mindful stupor to see Avriel sliding on the long serpent tail as the sun coated the large muscular body. The naga slithered along the straw-riddled ground until the door closed behind his tail's tip.

"Greetings," he said, coming up to Inua's pen and crossing his arms over the wood beam.

"Good day, Avriel," Inua said with a cheerful smile as he resumed brushing. "What brings you out to the stables? Should you not be resting from the journey still?"

Avriel shrugged the hills of his shoulders.

"Father Ernis keeps discussing the faith, and how he wishes I could bring it to Valendoh. I keep telling him we already have the book... your bible. We merely exclude the faith." The serpent looked tired of the subject, but Inua couldn't help to react with his gaping muzzle.

"How can you have the book of God and exclude the faith?" The mouse didn't anticipate an answer, especially one so quick and well-worded.

"We have a few books on the shelves, you know, those wood things that can be found in libraries. That's where we usually keep our books. We keep your bible, specifically, in the fictional section." Inua, horror stricken, wheezed a small squeak as the brush slipped and hit the floor, in turn, making the mouse jump in surprise. Avriel did his best to contain his humor. The naga's tail slowly slithered around and grabbed the brush; then presented it to the mouse. Inua took back the brush and returned quietly to the horse's back fur, with more vigorous brushing.

"Don't get me wrong," the serpent said. "I respect what you do here, Inua. But my people believe in much different things. We believe in finding forgiveness in themselves and others on occasion. Our laws focus on more practical ways with those who break it. It's not as much punishment as it is simple education."

Inua wished the uncomfortable, strange conversation with the foreign visitor would end. He also wished the tail that gave him the brush wouldn't linger so closely beside his foot.

"S... so is it true?" Inua asked. "Your people practice witchcraft?" He tried to ignore the tail as Avriel thought about his answer.

"No." The violet eyes stared into Inua's, steady and unmoving, resembling dark jewels in the sockets of an intimidating serpent's head.

"Y-you don't fool me." Inua stopped starring at those eyes, focusing on brushing more. "Do you have shame, sir? Lying like that to a monk..." The mouse found a little foot hold in his confidence as his voice picked up. "I've heard the stories."

"I don't deceive you. As for the stories... we have a very complicated science, that you and every one you know fails to understand."

"You're saying your science is advanced enough to turn a King's assassin loyalty against the King himself?" Inua, despite the violet fire of Avriel's eyes, glared back at the naga. He remembered growing up in his home, the King once had an assassin. Then the assassin came back from a mission and tried to kill his own king. After thorough interrogation, they discovered that Valendoh, the original target, somehow changed his alliance. The methods never became clear how, his loyalty before was unquestioned to the King. It shocked his whole country when the news got out.

Avriel looked away, over at a stable holding a white horse. The mouse went back to his brushing, again.

"We have vast knowledge of science dealing with the mind. It's easy to convince someone to see things your way, if..." Inua stopped. His head lifted up from the creeping sensation riding up his leg fur. "You know what to say..." The mouse turned to see Avriel gazing at him, into him... with a lecherous smile. A forked tongue darted out the seam of those soft lips. He was stuck with horrific understanding of where this conversation trailed to.

"You're different," Avriel said. "Aren't you, Inua?" That voice practically spoke to a fluttering light in the mouse's soul.

"N-no... I'm...-I must leave." The mouse only jerked in place with a surprised squeak. The naga's tail curled around the brown fur of Inua's calf and slowly trudged higher, moving to embrace the mouse's thigh. The scaly appendage held him, and he could only watch with fear at what could possibly come next.

"And where are you going? More chores?" The way he said it, Inua believed the naga knew exactly why he took on the maximum chores a monk was allowed on these grounds... knew about his escape. "Such a devoted mouse. I wish there were a servant at my residence as determined as you are." Inua clutched the brush as his arm kept balance on the horse's back. The tail swept around his waist fluidly, careful in movement but stern in its hold. The limber appendage did more than scare him. The warmth of scales pressing firmly against his fur brought out a blush, and with those soul-piercing eyes starring at him... things grew worse until he shook with nervous tension.

"If you have to go, I won't keep you." Those intense pools of violet spoke the words, almost more than the naga's lips. They spoke the singular word that haunted the mouse's dreams. The word that left him hot and wanting, just like this very moment. It was that word that shook the foundation of Inua's spirit and left him unsure and doubting. Just like the thoughts of where that tail might go. "But if you'd like..." The mouse let out a shaky breath when he felt the thin tip of that tail curl up, around his sack and sheath. "I can keep you all day."

Inua stayed speechless, not even sure if there actually was a choice in the matter. It felt like his answer didn't matter in this situation, and that aroused him more than he admitted. His fingers curled around the brush enough to hurt. His robe tented as his sensitive shaft's head ran along the rough fabric. The indention of a sneaky tail joined his arousal under the robe.

"I...," Inua attempted to answer, feeling so short of breath. So short of control. "I have too many chores..." It was the best answer he could give with his mind so short of rational thought. Avriel only smiled, tail giving a little squeeze around those furry legs and hips to draw out a sudden squeak from the mouse.

"Then later, perhaps... In the guest chambers." Avriel removed his tail from the mouse's robe and leg. "Tonight. When there are no chores. I will be there. I would be willing to keep..." The tail lifted to Inua's chin and cradled it there. "...you company, if you happen to have any... bad dreams... I can keep you safe." The tail trailed down the mouse's chest, bumping the stiffness and bringing out a shudder from him.

Avriel lifted away from the wood beam, turned, and left without another word or glance back.

The mouse collapsed to the ground on his paws and knees, breathing like he climbed down from a mountain. The built up tension the anticipation of the naga's next unknown move, exhausted the mouse's will. He couldn't believe what just happened. Avriel acted so kind yesterday, but he also remembered that undefined intimidation, the underlying mysterious nature the naga carried with him.

He looked up at the horse as his paws felt the straw ground, feeling so real when everything else felt like a dream. The horse hadn't moved, did not waver through the whole incident. The horse simply needed to obey its owner, its... keeper.

Then, Inua looked at the brush as he stood at the verge of a decision. But, before he could finally cross that line, the harsh words of his father haunted his thoughts.

"You will not disgrace me... will not corrupt your lineage with the devil's nature in you...," he remembered the words, the pain. There were plenty of painful words, but those stuck with him the most.

In a fit of rage and confusion, Inua snatched the brush up and hurled it at the entrance with an anguished hopeless cry. The stables remained silent after, with the exception of the mouse's heavy breathing and the muted tears creeping down his cheeks.

The chores finished, Inua decided on meeting with father Ernis to sort out the matter plaguing his troubled mind. The large bear sat in his chambers with the candles radiating off his silk black fur. The mouse took a seat next to him, starring at a small alter that laying across from them. It was the size of a chest complete with a white linen cover and incense burning in a small brass bowl.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Ernis asked. The big voice made Inua feel closer to him, making it easier to feel less ashamed of the matter.

"I've been having dreams, Father." The bear nodded, silent. "They have haunted me for a few weeks now."

"What are they like?" Inua shuffled discreetly.

"There is a voice," as Inua began about the dream, the room felt smaller and oddly silent, like confession. His heart thumped against his chest. "It tells me things. Things that don't make sense. I think... I think the devil is trying to take me. I've resisted, and it's so hard..." The mouse shot pleading eyes to the bear, wanting forgiveness, answers, guidance. "I wake up like coming out of a nightmare, and my body acts as though it's swayed by the temptation."

Ernis pulled in a deep breath.

"Inua, I can't banish temptation from your life. God can, but He reserves His will for the plan designed for our lives. You must face this yourself, with me and, mostly, God to lean your burden on." The bear put a large paw on Inua's shoulder when the mouse turned away in defeat. "What does your heart say, my son?"

Inua turned his head back to the bear.

"My heart?" He pulled both fist to his chest. "My whole body longs for what the dreams beckon me. It is not the most simple temptation, Father. I..." He faced away again. "I feel weak to say it, but it feels like I need to give in. Do I truly need to fall from grace? Do I have a choice against something that pulls every part of my being towards it... like gravity pulls the fallen leaf to the ground?"

"That... you must decide."

"Ernis, please I-"

"Sh-shhh..." the bear said, calmly holding up his paw. "I will tell you this, Inua. The lips parch when they need water. Our tears will fall when we are most hurt. The belly will hunger when we lack food. Our bodies sleep when they want sleep..." Inua watched Ernis intently, almost not believing what his ears heard. "You must find water for your lips, boy. And you must judge... if where you drink from is what's best for your lips. You are a creation of God, but He put a soul in you to tend His temple. To know what's best."

Inua sat at the edge of his bed, robe hung up and blanket pulled over his lap to cover him. It was time for sleep, but he felt restless from the thoughts playing over in his mind. Ernis gave the wisdom he needed, bu he didn't know how to use it or if his desire blinded his judgment. The need clouded it.

He conjured the image of Avriel in his mind, and the need reached out to the naga, to feel the tight scales and beg to be wrapped in the muscular arms, or even wrapped in that promiscuous tail. Even worse, his mind wondered astray to where the serpent's sex lie, curiosity as to what it looked like. The need filled in the unknown gaps of his imagination, his image progressing into what he most wanted that very second. The mouse clenched his paws around the side of his bed, looking down at the hidden arousal beginning to grow.

The choices were difficult and confusing. Inua simply didn't want any choice. He craved a life that didn't suffer from the opinions of others, the moral obligations, and the confusing struggled between body and mind. He heard Ernis' words, distantly saying to follow his heart. His body wanted to touch, feel, kiss, caress, taste all the different portions of the naga's body, but his heart only wanted those arms stretched around and holding him close to the bare, smooth golden chest.

Inua stood up, throwing off the linen covers and pulled on his robe. The arousal dwindled but remained thick and ready to be reawakened. It made a shy bulge in his robe's groin, making him more nervous about pursuing his course of action.

He closed the door with caution on his way out. The stone foundation of the temple had a tendency to wake the other brothers at night when anyone left their rooms. The hall extended both ways in the dark with only the small florescent shadows of moonlight sneaking through the windows on each end. He took left, knowing Avriel would be in the visitor's quarters. His heart raced with excitement and nervous tension as he crept along the darkness.

Finally, he reached the heavy wood door with little idea what to do at this point. Should he knock? Did the naga truly expect him to show up? If judging by his own reaction to the tail earlier, in the stables... there was a no question that Inua's body was interested. He recalled those eyes and the confident way the reptile handled himself. Somehow, he knew Avriel would be waiting patiently behind that door.

Still, Inua knocked hesitantly. The beats to the door felt more placed against his heart. He crossed the line he swore to never cross, and the world ceased to be real to him. The only world left, the single thing he most wanted, was this single dream, this fantasy to act upon.

Suddenly, the fear and the doubt, the questionable decision, and all the spectators of his life: his father, mother, brothers and sisters, Ernis... bore down upon him with repressing strength. They turned his stomach upside down. He thought of running, just let the knock be a prank. No hard feelings. His body turned away but stopped at the sound of a voice behind the door.

"Come in," Avriel's voice flooded past the heavy wood The mouse turned back around, feeling more inclined to go in. To obey. A shiver ran down his body, and his cheeks flushed. Adjusting his robe, he opened the door to peak in.

His eyes gazed at the site that shortened his breath.

The naga laid back in his bed, his arms resting behind his head with the rest of his body running on, the tail flowing off the bed and seemingly to fill up the remaining floor space of the compact room. His jacket and elkin crown hung over by the wall, leaving his torso open under the steady candle light and casting shadows over the deeply etched sinews of his chest, arms, and pelvis. The mouse flexed his paws in need to feel over the scaly, wet-looking muscle.

"Hello, Inua. Did you have a bad dream?" the naga asked.

Inua stared into the violet eyes, which were darker with the limited glow of the candle but still had a strange way of standing out. He took a deep breath and shook his head "no".

"Then, maybe... a good dream?" Avriel hid everything under a perfect mask.

"You know about the dreams... don't you?" Inua stood still as the naga nodded. "How are you involved? Are you some kind of sorcerer? Are you a demon? That's it. You're a demon, aren't you?" The larger snake turned away to look at the other wall with the simplest smile. "What are you?"

Avriel's eyes shifted to Inua.

"You know what I am. You just don't want to say it."

Inua's foot stepped back as the words struck cold terror in him. The door hung open right behind him. He didn't look back, fearing that it would compromise his way out. His treacherous body felt a warm urge to go closer; to fall on his knees like in church, and not just to pray.

"You see..." he continued, shifting himself onto his side to face the mouse. "Ernis has been a friend of mine, and of my country, for quite a while now. He spoke of you when you came here to find peace with what you and your family refer to as, 'sinful nature'... I know why you're here, Inua. I know what you struggle with."

The audible sliding on the floor reached the mouse's ears and made him look away to see the naga's tail slithering close to him. The tail acted like a while other entity, acting on the will power of the naga. It crept close to Inua's ankle while the bend of its length nudged the door closed. The mouse held back a squeak, but didn't move, nervousness creeping up his legs. The sincere violet eyes and the unknown intentions of the approaching tail confused him to no end. His feelings still became conflicted at this point.

"Inua," Avriel said, the voice shocked the mouse out of a stupor he didn't even know he was in. "Come sit." The tail slid up and nudged Inua with a smooth, gentle motion. His feet were already in motion. The sudden touch of warm scales, the light push, left him with no choice but to yield. The naga, body taking up the whole bed, straightened into an upright position. The wide lap glowed with its golden underbelly, and a slit stood out like a shadowed crack in a golden river. The mouse had a vague understanding of what it was for.

Avriel offered both arms to him, where the naga pulled him up to lay at an angle against his warm body. Inua took a liking to the hard chest his head rested against and the smooth body that coupled his so easily. It was almost scary how good it felt to lie against the naked male. His robe suddenly felt obscure. His fur tingled at the need to make contact against that scaly body.

Inua looked up with his vulnerable eyes.

"I want to know about the dreams," he said. "What does Ernis have to do with..." His head moved to gesture his body lying against the naga's. "This. Why... why corrupt me?"

Avriel placed his arms around the mouse while looking down with a contemplative smile.

"The goal isn't to corrupt. It is to heal and help guide you... to me." His finger tilted Inua's chin upwards and locked their eyes. "You don't understand what me and my people do. Your religion has brainwashed you, similar to what your dreams are made of."

"But I... never had dreams like this- I mean- those before." Inua turned away in a fit of embarrassment, but the naga, again, pulled up his chin and met his eyes. The mouse quivered from the hot flush in his cheeks and being forced to face Avriel.

"That is because I had Ernis come into your room, and teach your sleeping mind a different doctrine. You wonder how this created the dreams, yes?" Inua nodded. "It's been knowledge to my homeland for some time that the mind works in different ways. We even discovered a means to teach the mind to know and do things without the individual himself knowing about. You probably had a tiny feeling of who I was before ever meeting me. This is how your mind was trained for the past few weeks."

Inua continued to listen to the shocking explanations. Feelings of fear for such abilities existing, of betrayal to know Ernis played part in this, unnerved him, and the naga spoke without rest and as naturally as speaking about an afternoon walk. He wondered why the naga unveiled his whole scheme. Did the reptile think he already won? The question on Inua's mind was, has he won?

Inua looked at the door out of his peripheral vision, but didn't know if he would escape... if there was a desire to do so. He asked his next question to quench the curiosity.

"What... How does this play into my religion?"

"Because my influence is basically the same. The only difference is that we both know which of these influences will fill the emptiness."

Avriel pressed a delicate hand flat over the mouse's heart, which it responded with a series of sudden thumps. He watched as Inua took in all that was said with a confused meditation.

"But you... you're influencing me. That makes you no better."

"I am better, Inua, because I provide a choice, and I won't condemn you for whatever you decide. But you have to decide now."

"Why now?"

"Because I will be leaving tomorrow."

"You did this?... And you planned to leave the whole time? What did you have planned for me?" Distress crept into the mouse's voice.

"I was hoping to take you with me." Inua searched the reptilian features of Avriel's face for any hint of lies, but the eyes looked serious as ever. "It all depends on how you decide."

He didn't know how to answer, the words difficult to find. The warm body against him, and those eyes, made the decision seem so one-sided. He refused to say 'yes'... but 'no' wasn't an option. His life, his future rested on this instant. The naga waited with such patient resolve that Inua found himself cursing it, for it appealed to him all the more. It masked the sin and heresy he knew laid behind the naga's offer. Still, he held his lips shut, for the word most likely to come out was the one he feared the most.

A small agonizing sound leaked from the mouse's chest as he hugged close to the naga's smooth, solid-muscled body and hid into the crook of a bulbous bicep. His mind raced with hopeless effort to know what to do. The night could go on like this, no answer from him and the naga's infinite silent patience. His foremost fear, to not say anything and regret here on for the rest of his repressed life.

Suddenly, an idea brought the chaotic storm in his mind to a halt, just as he was on the verge of tears. A clever question appeared in his mind.

What would the horse do?

The question was almost ridiculous, but somehow cooled the heated struggle happening in his mind. He envisioned the horse, obeying the commands given by its owner. Then, he saw the owners; knights and clergy to warlords and robbers. The horse carried out their wills without question. For the horse, the sin in question did not rely on the animal... but the owner.

Inua turned his head to look at the owner, the one who would be his... keeper. A shiver ran down his body at the mental acknowledgment. Avriel's patient eyes merely looked back, deeply into the mouse's, and the naga's lips turned up some to resemble a smile.

But how..., Inua wondered. Even though he knew the answer in his heart, the nervousness and shy tension barred his tongue. He wished he could just show the naga what he wanted.

Then, Inua felt another light brighten on a clever and perfect idea. The new thought scared the mouse, but he knew deep down that he could do it. Just a simple movement would tell the naga all that needed to be said. With the frightening idea came that voice... so familiar. The passenger of his dreams, the ghost of the hypnotic mantra, started to whisper its own encouragement to follow through. It said things like; a good obedient mouse would do it, you're already hard beneath the robe.

This is what you prayed for...

Inua reached down and grabbed the hem of his robe, pulling it over his head. His heart raced, but none of the self-doubt or fear had the chance to repel his actions with a second thought. Avriel raised an eyebrow to the unexpected-but not unwelcomed, display. The chocolate brown fur glowed beneath the rays of the candle. The smooth torso slimmed down to the pink jutting prick between his legs. Once the robe dropped to the side like a rag, the mouse's eyes glimmered in the light, bright, innocent, and vulnerable.

Avriel smiled more.

"Inua. Sleep," the naga said. Inua's bright eye's shrank away under the instant drowsiness flooding his head. His body slumped with heavy arms and a limp head. "I approve of your choice. Now, speak my title. Who am I?" The naga tipped the mouse's chin up slowly.

"My Keeper," Inua said, his voice tired and dreamy. Even in his sleep state, he felt a heavy burden inside fall away. The words that came out sounded right, like something that's been waiting to get out. The purge of that restrictive force made way for a peaceful feeling, leaving him open to feel how close and warm his Keeper was. The truth was the best part. He finally acknowledged in this deeply submissive, fuzzy mind that he loved this so much, the empty obedient feeling in which he felt free to enjoy as he pleased. The freedom to enjoy servitude.

The hand on his chin rubbed the fur for a brief moment as Avriel enjoyed the last pieces of control fall into place. The mouse looked lost and distant. The naga ran his hand through the brown fur, down over Inua's chest and further on till the stiff pink shaft laid in his grasp. The big fingers curled delightfully around the sensitive flesh.

Inua breathed harder in his stupor while his Keeper relentlessly pleasured the sensitive erection. He never experienced an orgasm since moving to this place, and never-ever had he done it with someone else of any gender. He leaned in; his paws finding a resting place on the mountainous shoulders. The shocking sensations shot up his sensitive member. The simple touch of the naga's hand pushed him close to the edge.

He held those scaly shoulders tight, the waves of bliss going out of control once his arousal soaked the hand tending the soft skin of his cock. The words came out naturally, begging and needy.

"Let me release," Inua said. "Please, Sir, let me have this..." His paws held on for dear life.

The fingers that lightly touched Inua's shaft turned rough by circling the thickness and subduing the swelling in their crushing hold.

"Ffff-uh!-..." The mouse half screamed before an agile tail lashed in between his wide open lips. Inua's cock hurt so bad- in such a good way. The sensitivity made his cock rush to orgasm when the fingers took hold, but the grip's strength made it impossible for his release. The result being a mouse thrashing his hips and screaming madly with pleasure and pain, muffled by the naga's tail wrapped around his head.

A long, dragging moment left the mouse suspended in a mixed moment of arousing agony and enraptured bliss. The torrent of his climax hinged on the tightly gripped fist. With Inua's head hanging back and gasping for breath through his nostrils, the naga poured out an extensive hiss from his snout. Both of Avriel's shaft protruded from the slit down the reptile's gold belly. Inua straddled right in front of the growing fleshy, fang-shaped appendage.

The two thick horns pressed snug and spooned against each of the mouse's ass cheeks. The soft brown fur dampened with their wetness and only aroused them more by its soft furry caressing against the moist sensitive skin. The pre-orgasmic droplets wept between cut that topped each pointed tip of the naga's erections.

With the help of his tail holding the trapped mouse by the head, Avriel pulled the week monk up to face him evenly. His violet eyes bore down on the sexually tormented prey, and another hiss tickled Inua's face.

"Listen well, slave," Avriel said. "You will control yourself. You will cater to me and abide by the rules of your servitude." The naga's forked tongue ran around the lips of his devilish smile. "That means, not without permission." He gave a threatening tug on Inua's cock, which had turned to almost a suffocating, wet purple color. Avriel pushed the mouse back against the cradle-shape his two manhoods formed before speaking.

"You take care of your owner, and I will consider a reward." The possibility of no reward actually horrified Inua more than the fear of admitting that this naga owned him, body and soul. The thought of that truth only sent his cock into another spasming orgasm that continued to be denied. His breath grew ragged and desperate as the cramped-up climax tore cries and screams around the fat tail. "Don't worry.. you will learn to control it over time. And we will have plenty of that, you and I."

Inua instantly blocked that line of thought, before the images of his future enslavement could assault his already pleasure-wrecked body.

Avriel could tell that it was time to get this initiation underway. He put two fingers to his snout and engulfed them into his lips. Then, he pulled them free as they glistened in the warm glow of the candle.

Inua simply watched through the slits of his tired eyes, not truly comprehending what was about to happen. The void of pleasure and enchantment sealed his consciousness very far away from the natural process of thinking... but the point came home suddenly. His ass lifted a little, squeaking around the coiled gag.

Then, he settled back when the fingers rolled around inside his ass. Their slick saliva rubbed off on the confining smooth, soft walls of Inua's tailhole. It began feeling good, almost relaxing in a secure kind of way. The fingers felt at home for the mouse, stretching spots that the mouse never imagined having. A thrilling, scary, thought crept in the back of his mind... thinking of trying something bigger, and how much better than the fingers they would be.

Inua's cock did another spasm attack followed by his loud grunts and groans. None of his sounds could get pass the tail stuffing his muzzle, though.

The fingers slipped away from his rear hole. The emptiness helped him have a moment to catch his breath but only a moment.

Ariel reached further down, grasped both his stiff members till they were pointing up side by side, and aimed them towards the center folds of the mouse's ass. He lifted the lower end of his body, bringing the dual points to prod at the wet, softened ring.

Inua shivered when the warmth covered his rear's exit. It grew further when his walls began stretching more and more. The warmth turned to a pleasurable burn... then grew to blazing heat and pain that brought a wetness to his eyes. He began confusing his moans with his cries as coils of the naga's tail folded over and wrapped around his head and shoulders, practically putting him in a cocoon of coils. The weight pulled him to lay back in complete darkness.

He only felt the blazing sun stretching his sensitive tailhole, and the underlying sensation that his cock might actually burst if it were not for the naga's hold. He feared his death might be at the sheer pleasure and pain over-loading his fragile body. Worst of all, Inua didn't want it to end.

Avriel sunk his doubled erection into the mouse as deep as they would go before reaching for his prey's leg for leverage and began pulling out. Already slick and leaking arousal, the naga's malehoods slid from the hole sopping wet, and slid right back in to stretch the rear hole around their combined bulk. He continued his movements at an easy pace, covering the mouse with his tail and using the leg in his hand to pull the mouse down onto his throbbing, wet members.

All the while, Inua's abused shaft decompressed by depositing short burst of erectile fluid over the naga's hand, having no where else to go. The slick substance covered the grip which held back so many climaxes, making it difficult to keep hold. The naga sped up his thrusts once he sensed the loosening grip.

The tight walls took their toll on the naga's malehood like never before, the strange familiar throbbing sending warning signals to him. He gave a few more dramatic pounds in prequel to his final stabbing thrust. The hiss pierced Inua's ears for a long moment while the two pointed tips hosed the mouse's interior with searing warm reptilian seed.

Inua cried out into the tail covering his mouth and head when the explosion inside triggered his own hard prick to throb, practically bucking off the naga's unsustainable slick grip on it. His white seed showered over the reptile's gold chest, belly, and some even on his red snout. Months of painful and difficult celibacy pouring free of the mouse's spent member rained down on both of them.

When it was all over, Avriel untangled the mouse from his coils. The tail made a very wet, soggy sound and revealed the mangled mouse.

Inua laid still like the dead, the only indication of life was the rising and falling of the brown-furred chest. His malehood stood completely erect still, impressing the naga and leaving his spent erections twitching.

Avriel began cleaning away the mess with the monk's robe, letting his new pet sleep at the bed's end, next to the candle light. When he finished, his tail scooped the mouse with fluid ease and coiled the furred body close to him as he soon went to sleep.

The next day, Inua's final day to see the monastery, the naga sat in his throne-like carriage, pulled by the single horse Inua brushed yesterday. The mouse hugged Ernis with a small tear. The bear did betray him, but after last night Inua felt in more of a forgiving mood. After all, Ernis helped by giving him what he needed, even if it required a sneak-push from his trusted mentor.

"A simple letter here and there will suffice, my son," Ernis said during their final embrace.

Inua looked back to the many brothers standing behind Ernis before going to the carriage. He stopped midways through mounting the ride and waved.

"Time to leave now. Come," he said. Inua put his arm down and sat at the naga's coil in response to his Keeper's command. "Good boy."

Avriel reached down and stroked the mouse's chin, while those big innocent eyes looked up at him. With a pause, the naga spoke again. "Is this what you want?"

Inua let a moment pass, and no reason came to mind.

"Yes, my Keeper," he said before leaning down and placing a delicate kiss thigh-level on the red-scaled tail.

Avriel smiled once again and took the reigns before snapping them down. The horse obeyed and trotted on, doing what it did best. Living its life in the simplistic freedom that came so rarely for others.

End.