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The contents of Vidan's chamber pot slopped into the cesspit at the far edge of Galos's backyard. Àzuen shook the pot hard, dislodging the last remnants of sludgy, foul-smelling excrement before he swapped Vidan's pot for Galos's.

When he had first started in Galos's service, Àzuen had been required to clean the chamber pots only once a day. But for the past five months, he'd taken it upon himself to clean them three times--once right after everyone had awoken for the day, again mid-afternoon, and a last time after in between dinner and bed. The wolf counted himself fortunate in that he only had two chamber pots to clean; Galos didn't entertain guests often enough to need a third pot, and as a slave, Àzuen wasn't entitled to one of his own. Instead, he used the cesspit itself for relief.

As Àzuen rinshed out and dried the empty chamber pots, he hummed softly to himself, relishing the fact that he could hear the tune in his throat. It had been three weeks since Galos had modified Àzuen's voice privileges to allow the wolf to say "Yes, Master", "Thank you, Master", and "No, Master", and the ram had restored his ability to hum only two days ago.

"In recognition of your good work ethic," Galos had explained as he'd touched Àzuen's throat with a glowing fingertip.

The wolf had hummed experimentally and smiled when he heard the sound of something akin to his own singing. But when Àzuen tried to drone louder, he found that his voice stayed soft and low.

"You're not to exceed a certain volume, of course," Galos had said with a chuckle. "I can't have your singing distracting Vidan or myself, but this way you can still entertain yourself while you work."

"Thank you, Master," Àzuen had replied with sincere gratitude as he bowed his head.

All those weeks of work--keeping the house tidy, mending clothes, learning to cook from Parma, tending the flower beds in the backyard, receiving deliveries and carrying heavy supplies to and from the alchemist's lab, running baths for Galos and Vidan, massaging his master's shoulders, keeping track of the pantry, getting the house ready for the day and cleaning up again before going to bed, and more--had paid off in addition to Àzuen being granted limited speech. For three months after that first venture back to the market, Àzuen had rarely felt the compulsions of Galos's obedience spell. He had jumped to completing tasks from the ram before the spell could take hold and force him; so Àzuen took it as a very good sign that, a month ago, Galos had lifted his enchantment. Now the wolf could choose to not obey his commands and he had agency over his body again.

"I believe you've proven yourself obedient enough," Galos had told him after lifting the spell.

Àzuen had smiled, while behind Galos, he saw Vidan roll his eyes dismissively--the raccoon still hadn't warmed to him, but at that moment, Àzuen didn't mind; he was just glad to be on the right track to getting the rest of his self-control back. His balls ached from the lack of release; he hadn't ejaculated once since Galos had placed his chastity enchantment on his cock locked into his sheath--the spell prevented the wolf from even touching his crotch except to wash and to urinate. And Àzuen couldn't speak beyond what Galos had allowed, but his situation was improving all the same...even if he was devoting time to cleaning out chamber pots.

Once Àzuen returned the chamber pots to their appropriate places in Vidan's room and Galos's chambers, the wolf took up a broom and continued humming to himself as he swept the hardwood floors, clearing the walnut planks of dust and dirt. Àzuen swept through the living room, where he brushed off the divan and armchairs and wiped down the coffee table as he went. Then the parlor, where he dusted Galos's various ornaments in addition to sweeping the floors, and the dining room, the main corridor and foyer, his master's library and study, and finally the kitchen, where he swept all of the rubbish into the bin outside. Àzuen surveyed the floors when he was done, leaning on his broom, then he nodded to himself--he'd mop tomorrow, it hadn't been a full week since he'd given the floors a good scrubbing.

After sweeping, Àzuen prepared the kitchen for when he'd cook later that evening; he pulled out and placed a few plates, pans, and cutting boards before he restocked the wood stove to keep the fire going. From there, he padded through the house and back to his room, where a gold robe was waiting for him on his bed. Àzuen sat on the mattress and fished out a needle, thread, and scissors from the sewing kit that Galos had procured for him, and he made quick work of sewing a mother-of-pearl button back onto the ram's robe. When he was done, Àzuen pulled on the button to test how securely he'd sewn it into place; satisfied that it wouldn't come undone any time soon, Àzuen trooped upstairs with the robe to Galos's room, where he hung the garment in the ram's wardrobe.

Àzuen then ventured into the combination library and study--he'd swept the floor earlier, but he still needed to organize the books that Galos and Vidan had carelessly left on the tables and the messy stacks of paper on the desk. Àzuen read the titles of the books and carefully sorted them alphabetically by the author's name before storing them on the mahogany shelves. While he couldn't make heads or tails of the papers on Galos's desk--even though Àzuen was literate and had been serving the ram all this time, he never understood the alchemist's notes--he straightened them into neat stacks. He then reached into one of the corner cabinets and pulled out a handful of fresh quills, which he dropped into the cup on Galos's desk; Àzuen also checked the inkpot and saw there was enough in there for another day, at the rate that the ram scribbled his notes. The wolf surveyed the room and noticed a pillow on the sofa that was askew; he replaced it neatly against the armrest, and then looked up at the ticking clock on the wall.

It was nearly three in the afternoon. Àzuen glanced around the room again; satisfied that the library and study were properly organized, he hummed as he strode back to the kitchen. The wolf lightly shook his tail in time with the tune in his throat as he set up a tray with a fresh pot of hot tea, a bowl of sugar cubes, a plate of sliced apples and cheese, a small pitcher of milk, and two cups. When he was done preparing, Àzuen ferried the tray out of the kitchen and down the stairs to the lab.

While Galos had never explicitly told Àzuen to come to his lab while he and Vidan were working, the wolf had taken it upon himself to venture downstairs every day with tea and a midafternoon snack and to make himself available for experiments. He'd learned early on that Galos and Vidan preferred to use the morning to take notes, discuss theories and methodologies, and clarify goals for their daily work. There were some days when Àzuen entered the lab to dispense his refreshments and would have nothing at all to do after that. And then there were other days when, by virtue of being an expendable resource easily at hand, he would be subjected to multiple experiments.

It wasn't that Àzuen particularly enjoyed being a test subject for Galos and Vidan's schemes, but he had to admit there was a certain thrill to the unknown, to experiencing the hitherto unimagined and untested phenomena that the alchemist wanted to harness. And while Àzuen had never aspired to be part of any great discoveries--the only two things he had previously aspired to were to survive and to make money fast--he couldn't deny that there was something alluring about being involved with a great alchemical breakthrough.

Of course, on a more basic level, being a willing and available guinea pig was just one of the ideas that came to Àzuen's mind for ingratiating himself with his master further.

"But even if you combine the chervil with the carillium nodate, that still won't account for the problems in Hèrve's Transubstantiation Theorem," Vidan was saying passionately as Àzuen entered the lab.

Galos stood next to a chalkboard and was rubbing his temples with his eyes closed, clearly exhausted. "Hèrve's doesn't apply in this case."

"Yes it does, if the stability variable--"

"Which is counteracted by the ferric delatite," Galos cut off Vidan as Àzuen set the tray down on one of the unused work tables. The wolf poured two cups of tea, then added sugar to Galos's and a splash of milk to Vidan's while the ram tapped his chalk against the board and continued, "Don't you see? The two sides of the equation cancel each other out, forming a homeostatic reaction."

Vidan stared at the board, and Àzuen took the opportunity to place the cup of tea next to the raccoon. Vidan absently sipped while he kept staring at the board, then shook his head. "How would you integrate the ferric delatite?"

Galos accepted his cup from Àzuen. "Eletath's Atomancy Model."

Vidan started in his seat while Àzuen retreated to the farther reaches of the lab to tidy up. "Eletath? When did she--"

"Last summer," Galos replied smugly. "She hasn't released it for publication yet, but she sent her findings to me and a few others for peer review. Her ideas are sound, this would be one of many applications for it."

Vidan grumbled. "Well, how was I supposed to know about that? If it hasn't been released yet, I wouldn't have--"

"No, you wouldn't have come up with it, because you're still learning the rules of the field," Galos lectured while he turned his back to Vidan and began circling parts of the complex equation on the blackboard. "And that's what you're supposed to be doing now, learning and adhering to the rules before you can break them through improvisation. Yes, improvisation...it is as integral to our work as any other instrument we wield. And you can only improvise when you have the knowledge to apply towards your pursuits. How do you get the knowledge? You connect with the community, you review each other's work, and, most importantly, you take the initiative and involve yourself."

Àzuen looked up from his cleaning to see Vidan hunching forward in his seat, obviously unimpressed by Galos's diatribe while the ram continued marking up the board. From Vidan's slump, Àzuen could tell that the raccoon was coming down from his post-lunch energy and getting hungry; as much as he didn't want to help Vidan, Àzuen knew that Galos would probably appreciate his slave keeping his assistant fed and alert. So, while Galos's back was still turned, Àzuen stepped away from his cleaning and brought the plate of apples and cheese he'd prepared over to Vidan's table.

The raccoon glanced at Àzuen bringing the plate over; Vidan rolled his eyes when Àzuen offered him a snack, then he haughtily picked up an apple slice with one hand...

Àzuen watched Vidan's other hand, which was straying closer to a small ceramic crucible that sat nearby.

Vidan flicked the vessel with his fingers, sending it over the table's edge.

The raccoon had done this before--the first time Àzuen had come into the lab to clean and make himself available, the wolf had kept an eye on Vidan, who was busy taking notes while Galos dictated and circulated around the room. Àzuen had been sweeping next to Vidan's table, and the next thing the slave knew, there was a shattering of glass and a flask of mercury lay broken on the floor.

"Ugh, look what you did, slave!" Vidan had yelped immediately as the watery metal began to spread across the stone floor.

"Damn it...no, no, don't, it's toxic, I'll take care of it," Galos had said exasperatedly while Àzuen had tried to clean up the mess. "Just get out!"

Over the next few days, it had felt as though Àzuen's sheath was being squeezed extra hard around his cock, and it had taken a lot of diligent work--including a blowjob in the morning and a blowjob in the evening--before the wolf was allowed in the lab again. And while Àzuen had already been wary of Vidan, he'd taken away a crucial lesson from that first day in the lab: Be extra careful around that shitty little raccoon.

Today, Àzuen deftly caught the crucible a foot before it would have hit the floor and smashed into pieces. Vidan glared at the wolf sulkily, then shrugged and returned to munching on his apple slices while Àzuen gently replaced the crucible on the table, far away from the edge.

The next two hours crept by, with Àzuen neatening up the shelves and wiping down the equipment in the lab and Galos and Vidan discussing the finer points of their work while they set up a few crucibles and began melting down metals and herbs for their experiment. Eventually, Galos looked up from the pan of powder that had just finished drying.

"Slave, come here," he called, beckoning Àzuen with a finger.

Àzuen laid down the rag he'd been using to clean a mixing bowl and padded over to Galos.

"Do you have any understanding of what Vidan and I have been discussing?" the ram asked.

"No, Master."

Galos sighed. "Very well...in layman's terms, we're attempting to create a separate state of matter, to enable one object to pass through another. We needed to create a conductive element for the effect first, which is what you're looking at now," he said, directing Àzuen's gaze down at the pan of powder, which was a deep, sapphire blue and with grains as fine as sand. "We need to test if it works on both inanimate and animate objects--the effects should be reversible, but neither Vidan nor I would be suitable test subjects; I need to conduct the experiment, and Vidan needs to document the findings, so I need you to stay in the lab for us."

"Yes, Master," Àzuen said, nodding enthusiastically and showing that he was (at least outwardly) glad to be of service.

"Good slave," Galos said as he clapped him on the shoulder. The ram then directed Àzuen to sit by one of the work tables.

Àzuen took his position while Galos described his actions and Vidan sat at the ready with a quill and roll of parchment.

"We'll begin with two simple inanimate objects: a pair of steel ingots," Galos announced while Vidan began writing. The ram narrated his actions as he performed them. "Using a brush, I shall apply an even coating of our dry mixture to all six surfaces of one ingot...then inscribe the equation seal around the test ingot. I'm incorporating Eletath's Atomancy Model, which is currently unverified, but shows promise for application..."

Àzuen watched as Galos finished encircling the powder-coated ingot with sigils and runes, then the ram laid down the brush and raised his hand, the tips of his fingers pressed together. A shimmering white light glowed from within his fingers, and Galos jerked his hand down.

With a soft thump, the powder-coated ingot shook slightly, then fell still again within the circle Galos had drawn. The ram leaned in for a closer look.

"No visible change, and the treated ingot is still on the table," the alchemist observed. "I shall now attempt to push the untreated ingot through the treated one."

Galos placed the plain steel ingot perpendicular to the enchanted metal, and then began to nudge the ingot forward inch by inch. Àzuen kept his eyes on the ingot as it crossed the threshold of the spell's circle on the table, then neared the treated ingot...and started to disappear into it.

"The initial test appears to be a success!" Galos raised his fist triumphantly when he finished pushing the plain ingot clear through the treated metal. With a smile on his face, the ram dictated a few more notes to Vidan, who scribbled furiously, before he looked over at Àzuen again. "We could spend more time on conducting trials with other inanimate objects, but my curiosity has gotten the better of me. Slave..."

Àzuen rose from his seat and padded over to join Galos.

"Strip for me and hold still, arms out," Galos instructed.

The wolf did as he was told, shamelessly shucking off his capris and unstrapping his chest harness. Àzuen stood completely nude with his arms stretched and his legs apart and Galos began to coat him from head to toe with the blue powder. The brush tickled under Àzuen's armpits and over his sheath as Galos worked, but the slave contained himself and waited patiently for his master to finish.

Over the past five months, Àzuen had gotten used to being subjected to Galos's many other experiments. After Galos had finished perfecting his modular portal spell, the ram had used Àzuen for a wide range of tests, some of them fairly mundane and others much more memorable; for instance, Galos had wanted to create stretchable body parts, and that day of testing saw the ram stretch Àzuen's arms from one end of the lab to the other before letting them elastically snap back in place, and then had wind his testicles repeatedly around an iron bar to see how much tension a stretched part could withstand. Other noteworthy experiments included the time that Àzuen had been hypnotized into devouring a jar of slugs, reciting a sonnet, and imitating a duck; there was the day that Galos had turned his slave invisible for the better part of an afternoon before the effects of the experimental elixir wore off; and Àzuen remembered when both of his arms had been turned to stone for a whole night before they were restored to normal the following morning. Phasing through objects was just the latest in a long string of experiments that the wolf had grown accustomed to participating in.

Once Galos was done coating his slave in blue powder, the ram drew a circle of sigils and runes on the floor around Àzuen's feet. Just as he had done for the ingot, Galos raised his hand, keeping his fingertips pressed together as a white light glowed within them. The ram jerked his hand downward, and Àzuen shivered as he felt like he was being squeezed hard, then released with a soft thump that shook through his bones.

"Now, let's see if the ingot will pass through you," Galos murmured, holding the untreated steel ingot up so it was level with Àzuen's chest. Àzuen watched his master bring the ingot closer to his breast, and then...

It pressed against Àzuen's pectoral, going no further.

"Hmm..." Galos frowned, then pushed again, but Àzuen's body held firm, refusing to allow the steel to phase through him. Puzzled, the ram tried pressing on different parts of Àzuen's torso, legs, head, arms, and buttocks as he circled around with the steel, but it was no use; Àzuen seemed to be as solid as ever.

"Do you think only another animate object can pass through him, instead of an inanimate object?" Vidan suggested as he watched Galos struggle.

"Possibly...I suppose there's one way to find out," Galos mused. He deposited the steel ingot on the table, then laid an open hand on Àzuen's shoulder. Àzuen felt Galos press down, as if trying to pass his hand through his collarbone, but to no avail.

Another thirty minutes passed before Galos finally relented. He'd tried an apple, a teacup, gold, lead, wood, Vidan's hands, water, chalk, fabric, and nearly every other tool in his lab, but the result was the same: failure.

Galos hung his head and rubbed his temples as he sat down at the work table in front of the blackboard. "I don't understand...we must have missed something, but what...what, what, what..." The alchemist sighed while Vidan continued scratching notes on his parchment--Galos paused, then noticed Àzuen still standing nude and covered in blue powder. "You can go, that's all for today," he said dismissively, waving a hand at the wolf.

"Thank you, Master," Àzuen said as he bowed his head respectfully. He cast a parting glance at the ram, still contemplating his chalkboard, before he gathered his capris and harness and padded back upstairs.

After quickly scrubbing off his coat of blue powder in the tub in the backyard, Àzuen scrambled to put dinner together. Parma had the night off, but she'd approved and walked Àzuen through the recipe for tonight's menu: lentils with braised broccoli and roasted duck. The wolf hummed to himself as he worked, oiling and seasoning the plucked duck before sliding it into the oven, then bringing the lentils to a boil before adjusting the heat to a simmer and stirring to help the seeds soak up the broth he added. As he stirred, Àzuen suddenly remembered that he needed dried sage for the lentils. He stepped over to the pantry and, as he cast his eyes over the spices and herbs that were hanging from their drying hooks, his eyes fell on the small bundle of dried belladonna.

Àzuen's brow furrowed in thought. The poisonous plant hung there innocuously, but it sparked so many ideas, chiefly of which was finally getting back at Vidan for...well, being Vidan. The raccoon had made Àzuen's life so difficult during his time serving Galos, and while this wasn't the first time the notion of poisoning Vidan had crossed Àzuen's mind, it was a particularly appealing option, considering what the raccoon had put him through this morning...

Àzuen had knocked loudly on Vidan's door to wake him up, and, hearing the rhythmic thumping happening in the room beyond, began to walk away, but the raccoon had called, "Come in, slave!"

Àzuen had sighed, hating that he was going to get roped into whatever scheme the alchemist's assistant had cooked up--if he ignored Vidan's summons, the raccoon would tell his master that he wasn't being obedient, which meant that Galos would reinstate the enchantment that forced Àzuen's compliance. And if he went into Vidan's room, Àzuen had no doubt about what he would see; even though he enjoyed seeing an ass get bred on occasion, Àzuen took no pleasure at all in seeing that bratty, whinging, self-entitled, arrogant, shitstain of a raccoon get fucked.

He'd opened the door, and there was Vidan, on his back and his legs wrapped around Lord Tabris's waist while the Great Dane was plowing him animalistically. The raccoon craned his neck to look at Àzuen upside-down from the bed, and a wicked grin spread on his lips as he panted from Tabris's rough rutting.

"Ah, there you are! I was--umf--worried you wouldn't join us--hnngh--this morning!" Vidan had grunted. He raised a finger, beckoning Àzuen closer. The wolf had grumbled silently and closed the door behind him as he stepped further into the small bedroom, all while the bed was still creaking and thumping under Tabris. "I've got a special job for you..."

The next thing Àzuen had known, he had been coerced into eating Tabris's ass. Sweaty musk flooded his senses as he lapped over the Great Dane's puckered rim, and his head jostled back and forth while Tabris fucked Vidan with abandon; Àzuen had to hold the whip-like tail out of his way while he worked, and he huffed to himself while the canine's balls--now wet from Àzuen's own drool leaking down from his ass and along his taint--slapped noisily against his chin. While the act itself wasn't necessarily against Àzuen's tastes, the fact that he was eating out the noble who was fucking Vidan senseless was downright infuriating, and Àzuen slurped hard, doing his best to help stimulate Tabris enough to make him cum faster. The Great Dane had grunted and moaned, ordering Àzuen to keep at it.

"That's it...more, slave, more...that's the best ass you'll ever hope to service..."

In the present, Àzuen sighed and plucked the sage off of its drying hook before he closed the pantry door, leaving the belladonna where it was. Vidan was a little shit for all the stunts he'd pulled, but Àzuen knew that Galos would recognize the effects of belladonna in an instant. And from the experiments that he'd participated in, Àzuen also knew that Galos would be extremely creative with whatever punishment he'd concoct for the wolf. No, better to ingratiate himself further with his master through a dinner where everyone was alive at the end of the night.

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Àzuen was sweeping the floor absently, humming to himself in the lab.

"Still up and cleaning, eh?"

Àzuen jumped at the sound of Galos's voice; he turned and spotted the ram's horns protruding from behind the blackboard, where Galos's desk stood. Recovering, Àzuen hastily replied, "Yes, Master."

Dinner had been a success, with Galos complimenting the improvement in Àzuen's cooking skills while Vidan picked at his food and sneakily ate while the wolf wasn't looking--but the raccoon's empty plate was victory enough for Àzuen. He had finished cleaning the kitchen and the dishes, and had cleared the dining room, emptied and cleaned the chamber pots, and begun closing down the house for the night while Vidan had trooped off to bed. Àzuen had assumed that Galos had retired to his chambers, too, so it came as a surprise when he went downstairs to the lab to tidy up and heard Galos's voice emanate from the desk in the corner--Àzuen approached and peered around the blackboard to see the ram slumped over his notes, poring over them and scratching out equations with his quill.

"Today was...good," the ram mused, his eyes still on his papers.

Àzuen nodded and stepped away. As he finished sweeping the floor and collecting the dust in a neat pile, Galos continued, "It's been difficult, conducting these experiments, and seeing some successes while my portals still fail..."

Àzuen listened for the ram to continue, but Galos lapsed into silence. The wolf shrugged to himself and began to wipe down the tables, organize equipment, and neaten wayward scrolls of parchment and books. Eventually, Galos groaned from behind the blackboard, and Àzuen could envision his master leaning back in his chair.

"I still don't know what happened today," the ram sighed.

Àzuen had just finished organizing a line of jarred poultices and potions on one of the shelves when he heard the scrape of Galos's chair against the stone floor--he turned to see the ram step out from behind the blackboard and lean against one of the clean work tables, looking exhausted. "I was hoping that today's experiment would help clarify where I might have gone wrong with previous attempts," Galos explained.

Àzuen recalled two of the attempts he had been a part of testing. Instead of the modular portals that Galos had perfected, the alchemist was trying to create transportation portals that could enable fast travel anywhere and everywhere. During the first attempt, Àzuen had passed through the test portal, only to be transformed into a highly viscous jelly when he emerged in the lab instead of in the backyard. It had taken two hours for Galos to restore him to normal (and during that time Vidan had poked and prodded at him before making a game of how many objects could fit in Àzuen's new gelatinous form), and seeing his slave turned into jelly had spawned a plethora of ideas for Galos to test in the future.

The second attempt at creating a stable, usable portal ended with Àzuen being transported...halfway through Vidan. Galos had managed to separate the two, asking Vidan to document the sensation the whole time while he worked. In retrospect now, Àzuen could see the connection between accidentally phasing through Vidan back then and Galos wanting to perfect and control that phenomenon today, which could offer the alchemist some insight into how his portals should work.

"It seems that once I identify and rectify one variable that's an issue, another appears and makes me question my previous work," Galos admitted, drumming his fingers on the wooden tabletop. He chuckled and looked at Àzuen, who was wiping off a gooey residue from a used beaker. "I don't suppose you could offer up any insights?"

Àzuen paused and looked up from the beaker. He tried to come up with an idea, but he grimaced and shook his head regretfully.

"Oh, come now, you've been listening to me and Vidan work in here...how many afternoons? And nothing comes to mind?"

Shook his head and glumly said, "No, Master."

Galos sighed again, then looked up at one of the windows set high into the laboratory wall. "I suppose that's fair...considering your level of education...if you even had an education...After so many other failures before, I just...can't help but wonder if I will ever get this right."

Àzuen looked at the same window that Galos was gazing at, then again at the morose ram...and then opportunity struck.

Vulnerability was nothing new to the wolf--specifically exploiting it in others. There had been one memorable occasion when Àzuen had been captured by a down-on-his-luck ranger. It had been a freezing, rainy night, and the horse who caught him had been hungry, cold, and obviously in need of a warm, comforting touch. In the small den the ranger had found for the night, Àzuen had started off with the suggestion that they huddle together for warmth. From there, a few seductive caresses and convincing words carefully whispered in the horse's ear (with Àzuen adding just the right amount of warm, sultry breath and tongue dancing) quickly escalated into a night of frenzied humping, culminating in the most explosive, hands-free orgasm Àzuen had ever experienced. He'd howled loudly as his semen splattered on the floor of the cramped cave, and he'd panted and begged the horse for more like a bitch in heat; the whole time, Àzuen had peppered in compliments about how well-endowed the ranger was, moans to communicated how much he loved the vigorous thrusting in and out of his stretched ass, and reassuring comments to encourage the horse that he was doing a good job. Àzuen's efforts--plus the meager provisions he also shared afterward--put the horse in a chipper enough mood that the ranger was happy to let the thief go on his merry way once the rain abated.

That night with the ranger, Àzuen had seen the signs of vulnerability--the self-doubt, the brooding expressions, the horse sharing his shame and fear--and tonight, Àzuen was seeing them clearly again in Galos. While he could afford to be more forward and transparent with the ranger in the woods, Àzuen knew he'd need a more creative and caring touch for the alchemist before him now.

The wolf softly padded over his master, who was still staring glumly at the window. Àzuen came to stand beside the ram and raised a hand--when Galos didn't stop looking at the window, Àzuen lowered his hand to sympathetically pat Galos on the back.

The ram flinched at the physical touch and glared at Àzuen, but his gaze softened when he realized what his slave was doing. Àzuen smiled and nodded encouragingly, which brought a warm smile to Galos's lips.

"I'll get there one day, I'm sure of it," Galos mused, leaning into Àzuen's hand on his back.

Àzuen nodded and continued rubbing Galos's back...then his arm, before he raised his eyebrows at the window. Galos looked confused, then Àzuen jerked his head at the window and flicked his fingers to mime walking.

"Outside...walking outside--you think I should take a walk?" Galos interpreted.

"Yes, Master," Àzuen replied.

The alchemist scratched his chin, then nodded approvingly. "It's true, I need to get out before the day is done. A little stroll might help to clear my head before I go to bed."

Galos grunted as he stood up straight--he glanced back at Àzuen and gently clapped him on the shoulder before departing. Àzuen heard his master walking overhead, then the front door opened...and shut again. With the lab to himself, Àzuen hummed his own tune as he finished straightening up the last few supplies and books. When he was done, he turned out the lights and ascended the stairs to the dark main floor.

But instead of returning to his own room, Àzuen took the next flight of stairs up to Galos's chambers.

The room was as neat as Àzuen had left it after he'd finished cleaning earlier that morning, with the linen curtains around the four-poster bed still drawn back. Àzuen padded over to Galos's dressing area, where he slid out of his capris and neatly folded them before placing them on one of the chairs. He also removed his harness and put it on top of his capris--fully nude, the wolf approached the empty bed and slipped under the covers, ruffling the down quilt as he settled in.

Àzuen closed his eyes, breathing steadily and deeply as he eased into a light doze. He could hear the wind rustling the trees outside and the drunken laughter of people passing the house on their way home from the taverns. A pang of nostalgia flashed through Àzuen--he missed the days when he could spend what little coin he had on a pint of good beer, when he could enjoy a simple walk outdoors with nobody else to worry about. In his mind's eye, Àzuen could see himself laying out in an open field under the stars, somewhere far away, with the rustling grass tickling his toes and the fresh air filling his lungs. The hurt of remembering bygone days faded a little as he imagined what he would do when he was no longer a slave. He smiled, luxuriating in that vision of freedom as he rested in Galos's huge, comfy bed.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually he heard the front door open. Àzuen's heart began to beat faster in anticipation as footsteps climbed the stairs, and then the door opened. The wolf opened his eyes to see Galos pausing in the doorway...

In the dim light from the lanterns and the moon outside, Àzuen could see the ram smiling.

"Well, what do we have here? A good slave warming my bed?" Galos asked softly as he approached.

"Yes, Master," Àzuen replied, his tone low.

"Ssh...no need for you to speak..." Galos murmured, shedding his shirt and tossing it aside.

Àzuen kept still and silent, and the ram climbed on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. Galos slowly pulled the bedsheets down, exposing Àzuen's chest, then his stomach, and his groin. The ram reached and squeezed Àzuen's vulnerable balls in his hand, eliciting a mute groan from Àzuen.

"Those feel so full, don't they," Galos stated quietly. Without waiting for Àzuen to nod in reply, Galos seductively clambered over the wolf, straddling him between his legs until his knees were under Àzuen's armpits and his crotch rested in front of his slave's face. Àzuen could feel the pronounced bulge and heft of Galos's package resting on his upper chest. The ram tenderly gazed down at the wolf as he unclasped the button on his trousers, loosening his waistband before hunching over and resting his hands on Àzuen's shoulders.

"A reward for your hard work," Galos huffed softly as he subtly thrust his groin forward.

Àzuen took his cue and reached up to hook his thumbs into Galos's waistband. He pulled down, revealing the base of his master's thick cock protruding from his furred sheath while the rest of Galos's meat was still tucked down in his trousers. The tension of Galos's buttocks still holding up his pants and his stiff cock pushing against the fabric made the ram's crotch bulge even more in the dim light.

"Keep going," Galos whispered.

Àzuen reached around to Galos's backside, feeling the ram's short tail flick against his hands as he pushed the pants down over Galos's rump, unveiling the taut mounds. Àzuen then returned to the front of Galos's pants, which were now loose enough to tug down...and his cock sprang upward, released from its confines and emanating heat and an acrid, heady musk as Àzuen continued pulling down, until Galos's waistband rested on top of his chest and around the ram's mid-thighs.

"There it is," Galos murmured, repositioning himself. His liberated testicles, which were nestled high and tight just under his sheath, swung lightly as Galos shuffled forward so his cock rested alongside Àzuen's snout. Àzuen licked his chops, his tongue flicking along the side of Galos's cock before his warm breath puffed over it. Galos chuckled. "Hungry, are we?" He settled up and placed a hand on top of Àzuen's head, forcefully holding him in place. "Then open up, wolf."

Àzuen did as he was told, opening his jaws and letting Galos slide his cock inside to rest on the soft, moist cushion of his tongue. The ram sighed blissfully as Àzuen curled the sides of his tongue up and over the sides of his dick, cradling it and suckling for a moment before he began to bob his head back and forth.

"Ah-ah, not so fast, slave," Galos crooned, forcing Àzuen's head to stay still again. He repositioned his hands to hold the sides of Àzuen's face, and then Galos began to slowly thrust his hips back and forth.

"Glk...glk...glk..." While Àzuen couldn't make any vocal sounds himself, his wet, sucking throat could still pop on each thrust as Galos built and released the vacuum pressure within...build and release...build and release... "Glk...glk...glk..."

"That's a good slave," Galos mused. Àzuen looked up into the ram's eyes while his master stuffed his cock into his mouth repeatedly, his muzzle and lips spread over the thick column that rode over his tongue and dipped into his throat. "Just let me...fill you for a bit."

Àzuen huffed through his nose, which bumped up against Galos's groin on every thrust. He relaxed as he let the ram use his mouth like a simple cocksleeve for a while--it wasn't as if he'd never orally pleased his master before. Those mornings when Galos needed a warm mouth for his morning wood, Àzuen had been there, muzzle open and waiting. Those mornings when a thick load needed to be cleaned up from Galos's fur, Àzuen had been there, tongue at the ready. And those mornings when Galos needed to cum down a willing throat, Àzuen had been there, swallowing every last drop and milking out the dribbling remnants with his tongue before gulping them down, too. Tonight, he could taste the salty sweat and sweet flavors of pre as Galos began leaking. He gulped a mixture of his master's pre and his own drool that had been building up, and then closed his eyes for a moment in pleasure.

"Glk...glk...glk..."

Àzuen felt the ram's firm hands on his face, keeping him still while the cock in his mouth squeezed past the ridges on his palate and in and out of his esophagus. Galos's plump, tight balls bumped against his chin on every swing of his hips. A finger stroked over his cheekbone, and Àzuen opened his eyes again; he looked up from his view of Galos's crotch to see his master grinning lustfully down at him.

"It's so good...to have a toy like you...I'm glad you came up here to wait for me...If you weren't here, I would've come to your room to use you instead...you made this so much easier for me," Galos mused as he humped the wolf's muzzle, grinning in pleasure at the sucking pressure on his cock, the warm breath huffing on his groin, and the power and control he exerted over his slave. Wanting to indulge even more in his position, he forcefully pulled out of Àzuen's mout with a wet pop, as if to deny the hungry wolf of a treat he'd been craving.

Panting with his tongue out, Àzuen watched as Galos started stroking himself, his fingers gliding smoothly over his cock with Àzuen's slimy saliva as lube. "Just look at you, down there for my enjoyment," Galos murmured. He kept up his stroking for another minute before slowing to a stop; he held the base of his cock with one hand while he used his other to keep Àzuen's head still. Galos wagged his dick around, then began to lightly slap Àzuen's muzzle with the wet, girthy rod. Smack-smack-smack-smack. He chuckled, obviously enjoying the display of power. "I could do this all night if I wanted...you're helpless, completely at my mercy..."

Smack-smack-smack-smack. Àzuen took every hit, keeping the hungry expression on his face and his tongue out while his master indulged in his power trip. The ram's dick--seven inches long and thick as a bottle of ale--was heavy as it slapped his muzzle, rolled over his snout, and bopped him wetly on the nose, but not altogether unpleasant. Eventually Galos held his cock steady directly in front of Àzuen's face.

"Lick."

Àzuen followed the command, lapping over the sensitive glans and sliding his tongue from the base to the tip and back to the base, digging into Galos's musky sheath for a moment before repeating the pattern.

"That's it...good...very good," Galos muttered every so often. He chuckled when he felt Àzuen's diligent fervor increase with every word of encouragement--the wolf slurped harder, dug deeper into his sheath, swirled his tongue more vigorously over his glans, and nibbled lightly ever more on his sensitive spots. "I can tell you're hungry...maybe for some dessert, perhaps?"

Àzuen moaned silently as he slobbered over the stiffly throbbing cock in front of him, doing his best to please his master. With every lick, the rock-hard dick would bob up and down, forcing Àzuen to catch and contain it with his tongue before it bobbed free again. Galos affectionately rubbed Àzuen's cheek at the display.

"You're being good...better than I thought you'd be...but I'm not going to feed you tonight, slave."

Without another word, Galos backed off of Àzuen and rolled off of his chest. He struggled for a moment to worm out of his pants, but soon the ram was completely naked and had yanked the bed sheets off of Àzuen, exposing the nude wolf entirely.

"On your side," Galos ordered.

Àzuen flipped onto his side, facing away from his master. As he did so, Galos grabbed his right ankle--yanking the wolf closer to him--and hoisted Àzuen's leg in the air so it rested on the ram's shoulder. Surprised, Àzuen looked back at his master, who held up his free hand to show that his fingertips were glowing pale green.

"A convenient trick I came up with for situations like these," the alchemist said cryptically.

Àzuen raised his eyebrows, puzzled, just as Galos snapped his fingers. The wolf grimaced and silently groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut; it was as if he'd just been punched in the gut, and he felt so...

"Empty and clean for me," Galos took up, and Àzuen realized the purpose of the spell...well, if that meant one less late-night trip to the outdoor cesspit, he wasn't going to complain about getting forcibly cleaned out through magical means. Àzuen glanced back at Galos, who had now clenched his hand into a fist, and a pale pink glow seeped out between his fingers. "And a little stretch and lubrication will help us along."

The ram pulled his fist back slightly, and Àzuen could feel his insides heat up before cooling down again...and then he felt his hole start to gape, with a dribble of lube leaking out. Startled, the wolf clenched his hole to prevent anything else from trickling out of him.

Galos chuckled as he sidled up into position. "No need to be modest for me, slave. Keep yourself open."

Àzuen nodded and breathed out, encouraging his anal muscles to relax as he felt the blunt curve of Galos's glans against his rear entrance. The ram lined up his cockhead, lightly tapped it against the wet rim...and then pushed in.

"Ooohh...yesss," Galos hissed as he sank into Àzuen's guts all the way to the base of his dick.

Àzuen huffed in silence as he was penetrated, arching his back subconsciously while the ram's cock slid with just the perfect amount of friction over his prostate. He felt a stab of tension in his groin, though; Àzuen glanced down seeing that his cock was straining against his sheath, desperate to grow erect, but it was kept securely inside thanks to the chastity enchantment still on him. Àzuen sighed to himself, but did his best to ignore the sensation, choosing instead to focus on the pleasure he felt deeper in his guts. Galos, however, rested on top of Àzuen for a moment, reveling in the warm folds of flesh that were wrapped so snugly around his dick. "Simply delicious," he breathed in Àzuen's ear with a grin.

When he was ready, Galos held himself back up and began to slowly pull out, until only his cockhead remained inside the wolf's loosened hole. Then he pushed back in, forcing in every last inch up to the hilt.

"Right where it belongs, hmm? Deep inside you," Galos huffed smugly while Àzuen held onto one of his large pillows for support.

Even though his guts were noticeably looser, Àzuen still felt like the ram was filling every inch and stretching him to the limit--and the sense of fullness was just so satisfying that the wolf couldn't help but let his tongue hang out in pleasure. Galos began thrusting in a set rhythm, feeling Àzuen's innards warp and ripple around him, expand over his cock as he entered and contract again as he pulled out.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Galos grunted as he kept up his thrusting. He looked down at the wolf beneath him who took every girthy centimeter he had. "Being just an object for me to fill...an object for me to control..."

Galos, still humping, leaned forward, and used his free hand to hold Àzuen by the throat, clenching his fingers around his neck with enough pressure to lightly constrict his slave's breathing. "Look at me, slave..."

Àzuen complied, hazily gazing up into his master's eyes that blazed with carnal hunger.

"You want this...to be used...to be owned by me...to serve my every whim..."

Àzuen, playing into Galos's lust-driven musings, nodded with his mouth open in an obvious moan of pleasure. Even though the only things illuminating the gloom was the ambient light of street lanterns and the moon outside, Galos could see the expression of ecstasy on his slave's face.

"That's what I thought," Galos grunted while his hips slammed against Àzuen's ass and his grip on the wolf's throat tightened.

The wolf on the bed helped Galos hold his leg high. He could feel every press on his prostate each time Galos entered him, and there was a growing, slick wetness coating his sheath--in the dim lighting, Àzuen couldn't quite see what was happening, but he was fairly certain that he was leaking pre like a broken well from his restrained cock. If he'd had unrestricted control over his voice, Àzuen would've been grunting at the apex of every thrust. But instead he huffed and exhaled in silent enjoyment as Galos used him. His hole felt so delightfully stretched, and while the pressure on his neck was more than he'd experienced before, it wasn't tight enough to render him breathless...but perhaps just enough to cultivate the feeling of being helpless, powerless to stop the ram from fucking him. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Àzuen could very easily see himself getting fully erect from that treatment, under different circumstances...

"Mmff...I swear, you feel like velvet inside," Galos grunted while his balls slapped against Àzuen's taint and he buried his cock in the wolf's warm guts. All the lube that Galos had conjured inside Àzuen made for a slick ride--and the way his spell worked, the wolf would keep producing more until Galos stopped the magic. It was as if he was getting a constant stream of sloppy seconds with the thick lube coating his cock, and loud plop-lop-lop-lops filled the bedroom. "If I didn't know any better...I'd say someone else enchanted you...ungh...the perks of magically altering a slave to my liking..."

Galos kept up the tempo, fucking Àzuen methodically and groaning as he felt his slave occasionally clench down on his cock and squirm his ass back and forth to stimulate the ram even more. The alchemist kept his hold on Àzuen's throat--it was a thrill being able to dominate the wolf from both ends, to fill his ass and to control his breath at the same time. Galos had all the power here, the slave was just that: a slave to his will. And after the day that he'd had, Galos's will was to breed the wolf like a bitch in heat.

"Mmmf so good," Galos muttered, now starting to speed up. He could feel he was getting closer to his climax, but there was still a little way to go. "This is the best breeding you've ever had, isn't it?"

For once, Àzuen was glad he'd been rendered silent--his memory flashed back to his night with the horse ranger. Firm hands on his hips, nickering and huffing in his ear, sweat on his back, an incredibly long column of hot flesh wetly squeezing in and out of his ass, and the most intense orgasm he'd experienced--Àzuen grinned deliriously for a moment, relishing the recollection as Galos fucked him hard in the present. He would have told Galos the truth if the alchemist's magic had compelled him. But instead he stifled his memory and simply nodded, his mouth open in a hungry display for more.

Content, Galos grinned and held onto his leg tighter for better leverage. He loved feeling every bump and ridge inside Àzuen as he pushed himself inside and drew back out--he wanted more, to fill his slave completely, to make him nothing but a walking receptacle for his seed. "You want everything I have to give, don't you...let's see how you do with a belly full of rams, eh? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Galos upped the tempo and the power behind his thrusts, smashing his pelvis against Àzuen's ass like a hammer. Àzuen tossed his head back--if his voice were under his control, he would've been moaning loudly enough for Vidan to hear him downstairs. As Galos humped like a primal beast, Àzuen felt a familiar pressure in his own loins, his body's desire to simply explode and let himself go over the edge into orgasm, the need to cum his brains out all over himself and the bed...but he was stuck right at the precipice, unable to get that final push. He looked down at his crotch to see that the chastity circle around his balls and sheath glowed a pale white under his fur--as long as Galos's enchantment was active, he'd never feel that satisfying rush. Àzuen groaned silently, unable to vocalize his desperation. Galos, however, was more focused on breeding his slave.

"To carry my seed...to have my illegitimate sons if you could...that would be the best thing a slave like you could hope for," Galos grunted, sinking deeper into the fantasy as he plowed the gaping hole. Strings of wet lube clung to his groin and sweat formed on his back, chest, and brow. He could feel the lips of Àzuen's ass being dragged out along his shaft as he withdrew, then slip and fold under him as he plunged back inside. "I know you want me to cum in you...I can see it on your face, clear as day." He watched the wolf convulsing in pleasure as he rapidly penetrated his stretched rim, and Galos shuddered when Àzuen's clenching finally brought him to the brink. "Your body is begging for it...hungry for it...all those rams I can give you...for your efforts...I'll give you as much as I can...to truly mark you as my...my slaAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAHHHHAAA!"

Galos cried out when he hilted himself in Àzuen's ass one final time. Dizzy, he held onto the wolf's leg for support while his cock spasmed in the hot, moist confines of his slave's ass. Spurt upon spurt of thick, ropey cum surged into the waiting folds and crannies of Àzuen's guts. Àzuen could feel the growing warmth and the pulsating throbs of the cock still lodged within him, and he panted from the physical toll. His balls ached from the sensations wracking his body, and his slick pre still coated his sheath thanks to Galos milking his prostate. Àzuen knew that if his cock were free, it would be painfully erect and begging for attention...if the circumstances were different, he might have even cum hands-free like his encounter with the horse ranger he recalled...

The alchemist released Àzuen's throat as he recovered and slumped down on the bed. Galos weakly shuffled into a spooning position with Àzuen in his arms and his cock still in the wolf's ass. He breathed heavily in Àzuen's ear, and the slave could feel his master's legs tremble slightly against his own, his orgasmic muscle spasms subsiding. It took another minute of silence for Galos to regain his senses and composure enough to feel functional in the afterglow.

"That...was a job well done," he breathed, sounding satisfied. He squeezed Àzuen tightly in his embrace. "I needed that...and the walk you suggested..."

As Àzuen lay there, recovering as well, his mind was miles away, considering the implications of what had just happened. Galos could want to fuck him often now, in addition to his other duties...which could be a sign of the alchemist trusting him more. Which, in turn, would mean Àzuen would be closer to getting control of his voice and cock back. It sounded like Galos was pleased with his work, and would the ram have fucked him if he weren't? Granted, Galos could have simply raped him, or magically coerced Àzuen into servicing him, but the question was "would" he do that? Àzuen sighed and pushed further into Galos's arms.

Galos chuckled and stroked the side of Àzuen's face affectionately. "I think you enjoyed that, too..." The ram lowered his hand, his fingers lazily tracing the side of the wolf's neck, shoulder, chest, oblique, and hip...then Galos slowly reached along Àzuen's pelvis and down to his sheath.

Àzuen silently grunted in pleasure when he felt the ram's finger alight on the tip of his cock poking out of his sheath. Galos pressed and rubbed the digit over the slick cockhead, playing with the slimy layer of pre that had oozed over Àzuen's sheathed dick.

"I think you enjoyed that very much, indeed," Galos whispered before he slid his finger downward and into Àzuen's sheath, stretching the skin and fur housing around the wolf's cock.

Galos kept his free arm wrapped tightly around Àzuen's chest, holding the wolf in place while Àzuen bucked his hips forward; after all these months of being locked away and such a vigorous fucking tonight, the sensation of Galos's finger swirling around inside his slick sheath and over his desperately sensitive cock would have made Àzuen cum right then and there if it weren't for the alchemist's chastity spell.

"Ssshhh...ssshhh...I know," Galos crooned in Àzuen's ear. He curled his finger, making Àzuen's sheath flex around his digit even more while he lightly scratched at the wolf's delicate member. He teasingly pressed down on Àzuen's cock, rolling his finger back and forth over the sweet spot under the wolf's cockhead. "I know this feels so good to you...I would ask if you want to cum, but I already know the answer to that."

Àzuen whimpered silently as Galos slowly withdrew his finger from his sheath. He breathed in, steadying himself as Galos raised his hand up to his face, then exhaled just as Galos roughly slid his pre-coated finger into Àzuen's open mouth. Surprised, Àzuen drew back against Galos's chest, but the ram simply pushed his finger deeper into the wolf's mouth, and Àzuen was forced to suckle and lick the digit clean, tasting his own musky, slippery pre.

"There, there...just a taste of what you're missing," Galos murmured as Àzuen's tongue swirled around his finger. "You've been good so far...but I don't think you've earned a chance to cum just yet. I'd like to see how well you work tomorrow after tonight's performance."

While he wasn't surprised, Àzuen was disappointed--he would have grumbled if it weren't for the finger still in his mouth. But he swallowed his disappointment along with the pre on Galos's finger, and he forced himself to nod dutifully.

"That's a good slave...you understand, don't you."