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It was a regular day for those working in one of Kimberly's many mobile labs, as regular as it could be for those creating dangerous concoctions for someone known as the Pirate Queen. She'd tasked them with creating a chemical-based weapon that would transform anyone who inhaled it into a mindless slut for her to use, and the oddity of it didn't phase most of the workers as they'd done far stranger and worse things under her command.

For a long while they'd been slaving away, going through plenty of trial and error even with their best calculations and knowledge, and they were nearing the perfect product. In fact, they figured they had already created it, a glass vial of a translucent pink fluid fizzing away on a counter with a few scientists standing around it and taking notes. All that was left would be a few tests and then mass producing it for weaponry.

Alas, fate was not on their side. Ouro had returned from a rather intense workout, tired and dripping with sweat, looking for something to drink. He wandered into the lab, the scientists going wide-eyed at the sight of him.

"O-Ouroboros, sir, you shouldn't be in here right now..!" One of them stammered, holding their hands up as he stepped up to them.

"Oh relax, I won't tell Kimmy if you guys were slacking off, I just need something to drink." He waved them off, glancing around the lab before his eyes fell on a certain vial sitting on the counter, filled with a bubbly red liquid.

"Oh, sweet." He picked up the glass and without any hesitation he started to chug it down, the workers gasping and watching with frozen heartbeats. Once the vial was completely empty he slammed it down, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and letting out a satisfied sigh. "Not bad.. Tastes like strawberries."

"U-uh, sir, are you feeling alright?" One of the scientists asked meekly.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine. That shit was pretty warm though." He grunted, starting to walk toward the door. The scientists looked back and forth between one another, not sure what to do or say, remaining silent even as he left and the door slid closed again.

"..Do you think Kimberly will fire us if something happens to Ouroboros?" One mumbled.

"I think that'd be too good to be true.." Another replied, and a few others were already scrambling to start working on the concoction again since he drank every last drop.

Meanwhile Ouro was feeling rather warm, more than he already was. Sweat dripped from all over his body, his musky scent filling the hallway he was walking through. A worker was passing by him, breathing in his musk, and after they were a few steps away they couldn't hold back a sudden moan. He looked back at them with a raised brow, and they glanced at him with flushed cheeks.

"S-sorry sir, I don't know what's coming over me..!" They gasped, one hand on their chest and the other between their legs.

"It's fine, just.." His words trailed off as he noticed something, something quite subtle but impossible not to stare at now that he saw it. It looked like their lips and chest were slowly growing larger, unnoticeable at a glance but easy to see with his staring. He walked up to them and their legs quivered, but before they could fall to their knees he tightly grabbed their shoulder. They moaned again, and their chest and lips started growing faster. It looked like their hips and butt were expanding too..

"Hm, I wonder.." He hummed. He grabbed the back of the worker's head, and without any warning he shoved their face into his sweaty armpit, rubbing them into it for a few seconds before pulling them back. His suspicions were confirmed, or at least reaffirmed, once he saw that they'd grown far quicker in that short amount of time he was holding them so close. It appeared that for whatever reason, his musk or presence or whatever was turning them into one hell of a curvy bimbo. Judging by their quiet, needy begging- and the growing tent in their pants- it was making them horny as hell too. It'd be nice to rail them for a few hours, but who knew how long this "power" of his would last, and he had a much better person in mind to transform. So he left the worker there.. after quickly dumping a load down their throat.

Elsewhere, March was doing what he always did on weekends: Absolute nothing. The mouse debated whether or not he should even put pants on that morning, in deciding to wear them if only because of the cold weather, though he didn't do much other than chat online or clean up around his home. At least, not until he heard a loud knock at the door. His ears perked up and he started walking over, not having expected any company.

"Who is it?" He asked, not having a window to peek out of.

"It's Ouro. Now open up."

That voice sent a little shiver down his spine. He'd had plenty of past "experiences" with the axolotl that resulted in him walking funny for a while, or having to sit carefully to avoid hurting.. or getting too horny. Of course, sometimes they just hung out, but those usually ended in a quickie at the very least.

He immediately unlocked and opened up the door, revealing the purple axolotl standing before him wearing nothing but some tight workout clothes that accentuated his musculature, and his endowments.

All March could see was that oversized bulge, not because he was pushed down or that Ouro was much taller than him- there was only a five or six inch difference between their heights- but because his eyes were glued to it, arousal surging through his body and immediately making his cock throb hard. He could smell the musk coming off of his visitor as well, a scent he was quite familiar with, and perhaps a bit addicted to. With those distractions he didn't notice the tingling in his body, nor the almost feverish heat that came with it.

"You know that's not how to greet me, you should be on your knees..!" Ouro grunted, and without any more warning he brought a knee to the mouse's crotch with a hard thud. He let out a groan as pain bloomed from his groin, falling to his knees in front of Ouro with his hands going between his legs, his heavy balls throbbing with pain in his pants and his long dick growing harder and larger. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but at the same time it was making his already immense arousal even more overbearing.

"Heh, that's more like it." The axolotl chuckled as he gripped March's head and hair, shoving his face into the bulge right in front of him, literally smothering him with it. He weakly squirmed, putting his hands on Ouro's thighs and tapping him, unable to get a single breath in with how deeply he was shoved against that warm bulge. Only when his lungs were burning was he let go, pulling his head back with a big gasp.. and inhaling musk that was so strong he could taste it. Precum leaked into his pants, his cock so hard it felt like it might tear right through the fabric.

Ouro pulled him close again but not quite as hard, just loosely enough that he could still take small breaths in, not that any of it was fresh air with how sweaty and musky the bulge was, dampness soaking into his fur. He sniffed as deeply as possible, less so he wouldn't suffocate and more to breathe in as much of that addictive stench as possible. Already his lips were beginning to plump out, flat chest beginning to swell and soften into a nice pair of tits, his pants getting tighter around his hips the more he huffed.

The scent gradually got stronger as the axolotl's lust grew, his own much larger prick slowly growing with each pulse, threatening to spring right out of the shorts that were struggling to contain it.

"Alright bitch, enough playing around." Ouro grunted and pulled March back by his hair, looking down at him as he whined- both from the pain of having his long hair pulled, and from being pulled back from that bulge he was loving so much. With his other hand Ouro pulled his girth free from its confines, letting it flop heavily over the mouse's shoulder, so hot that it was visibly steaming. It was a bit over two feet long and several inches thick, its tip pointed with harsh barbs and ridges on its length, ensuring that things would be getting rough no matter how slow and gentle he was.. as if he had any plans to be gentle. He gave the rodent's cheek a slap with his shaft, though it was more like a hard whack to the entire side of his head with how massive it was. He gasped, left dazed by the impact, and a few seconds later his jaw started to ache.

Ouro didn't say another word before lifting March right up to his feet, pulling hard on his hair.

"Look at you, already such an absolute mess and I've hardly even touched you. Pathetic." He chuckled at the sight of the mouse moaning from the pain, his shirt on the verge of tearing from his burgeoning tits underneath. Ouro threw him to the floor and he let out a yelp, starting to get up on his hands and knees before he was approached from behind. His tail was grabbed and yanked, forcibly pulling his ass up to the same level as that bitch-breaker of a cock. The tip was pushed hard against his tailhole through his pants, his clothing not getting pulled out of the way nor was any lube applied.

"P-please, give it to me..!" The increasingly slutty mouse pleaded. He knew it'd hurt, but not as much as it'd hurt to have to wait any longer to get fucked. He needed it, a fact that was all too apparent just by looking at him.

"Please give what to you, slut?" Ouro gave March's butt a hard smack with his free hand, sending a ripple across those fat asscheeks.

"Please give me your cock, f-fucking ruin me with it, I need it!" March begged loudly, embarrassed yet unashamed by shouting his desires, even though his door was still wide open and anyone nearby outside could've easily heard it. He was rewarded by immediately having his rear brutally penetrated with a single cruel thrust, his tailhole penetrated without any warmup or lubricant whatsoever. The back of his pants and underwear were stuffed right into him, fabric tight around the barbed cock being shoved inside. The clothing didn't make it too deep before it was torn apart, a large chunk of fabric being torn off the behind and getting pushed all the way into him, leaving a large hole in the back of his pants.

He cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure- almost entirely pain, even if he loved it- as he had his ass forcibly stretched wide around Ouro's cock, a good foot or so getting crammed into his unprepared ass in just a moment. He could feel every huge barb and ridge inside him, ensuring that no matter how much time he had to adjust to the size it wouldn't be easy to take.

With another thrust Ouro buried the rest of his shaft into his toy right up to the knot, still holding the mouse by his tail. With his other hand he grabbed the mouse's long hair- which seemed to be longer than normal, probably as a result of the continuing transformations- pulling his head and forcing him to arch his back.

"Ghh- fu- fuck~!" March yelped in pain as his ass was nearly torn apart by such a massive, rough intrusion. It was so big, it hurt so much.. a shiver went up his spine as his cock throbbed hard in his pants and his still-sore balls tensed, and he started to cum hard against his leg. He blushed more as he felt the warmth of his own semen seeping down his ankle and onto his foot, soaking the fabric of his pants and leaking right through, a puddle growing on the floor beneath him.

"Tch, such a disgraceful slut. Cumming as soon as I put it in, making such a mess in my home!" Ouro growled, pulling March's tail hard enough to lift his feet right off the ground, pulling his own hips back and sliding some of his shaft out before slamming it back in, distending the mouse's stomach hugely. That bulge was so tight and massive that even the shape of the barbs were clearly visible through his shirt, whose fabric was starting to slowly rip apart over his chest while milk began to leak from his thick and puffy nipples, dripping right through his top and adding to the mess.

Holding the rodent off of the ground with both hands, Ouro began to thrust hard and fast, making his body rock with each push and pull. It quickly made March's poor tailhole sore and puffy, making that brutal fucking even more painful and pleasurable, his dick sore from how much it was throbbing and his balls aching from how totally empty they were. He'd already pumped out every last drop of semen he had but he couldn't stop cumming, his prostate relentlessly battered by the axolotl's monstrous cock.

Ouro's far more productive testes were busy helping his asswrecker fill his slut up with excessive amounts of precum, making those insides all sloppy and slippery, but even with that lubricant the damage was done. March's cock-hungry ass had already been thoroughly ravaged, loosened to the point where only people as well endowed as Ouro could enjoy it, fucked raw so the hot pre made it sting even more while he was ruined without end- it'd only be a few minutes but it felt like an eternity for him, and he hoped it'd stay that way. Thick preseed gushed from his stretched tailhole every time he was thrusted into, splattering all over his ass, the floor, and Ouro's crotch, getting all over the huge bulge in his pants just from his full balls. He smirked, knowing full well he'd make the mouse lick it all up after he was done.

Eventually he paused his thrusts, keeping both hands on March and keeping his cock buried deep while he used his tail to pull his own pants and underwear off together, freeing his enormous and sweaty balls. He figured now was a good time to change positions, carrying the mouse to the kitchen by his tail and hair and practically slamming him onto the counter, quickly turning him over onto his back.

"That's better, now I can see that pretty little face of yours~" Ouro grinned evilly down at his pet, who could only moan and whimper in response, tear's streaming down the mouse's burning cheeks- solely a bodily reaction of course, he was enjoying every second of being absolutely ruined. His legs were kept spread wide, In this new pose his tail and hair couldn't be pulled quite so easily, but now there were new targets to attack. His throat and one of his tits were quickly grabbed by strong, clawed hands. His neck was squeezed so tight that he couldn't even choke out any noise, and his shirt had large holes torn into it by those sharp claws scratching against him, giving him painful scrapes and almost drawing blood. The pressure made even more milk squirt from his sensitive nipples, getting all over himself and the axolotl's hand.

"What's wrong slut, cat's got your tongue~?" Ouro snickered while he pulled his hips back, still gripping hard to March's throat and tit. Once only his tip was left inside he thrusted back in, once again burying every inch into that bruised butt, even popping in his extra thick knot and stretching things further than they already had been. The large stomach bulge- though appearing a bit softer with how much precum was inside- was even bigger now thanks to that knot being added to the mix, reaching between March's tits and ripping apart his shirt even more. His hands went up to Ouro's arm on his neck, weakly holding onto him while being choked completely but not trying to push him away, not that he could've done so even if he wanted to. Despite how his lungs were quickly starting to burn and his head was spinning he was hornier than ever, his dick so hard it felt like it'd burst.

It only got worse for him, or rather better, as Ouro yanked his knot back out with a wet shlop and immediately crammed it back in, knotfucking him on the kitchen counter while the front door was left hanging open. The axolotl's heavy sack smacked loudly against the side of the counter with each thrust forward, not hurting him at all and instead coaxing those cumtanks into churning up even more nutsludge, causing them to gradually swell as a result of their own excessive production and encouraging him to get even rougher. Despite how it seemed he wasn't actually trying to kill the mouse, loosening the crushing grip on his throat whenever he was on the verge of passing out so he could manage a few choking breaths and coughs before getting suffocated again.

The pain helped keep him conscious and the axolotl made sure to hurt him plenty, mostly with the violent knotfucking but also with his claws and teeth. While one milky tit was being harshly squeezed and scratched the other was being treated even more cruelly; Ouro had started biting onto it with his sharp teeth, not hard enough to cause permanent damage but still drawing blood and leaving behind sizeable bite marks, sometimes pricking the nipple but not truly biting it, staring into the mouse's eyes with a predatory glare the whole time. Plenty of milk squirted into his mouth and he was happy to swallow it down, dragging his slithering tongue across the thick nipple between his fangs.

Things continued like that for a while, Ouro pistoning his hips like a well-oiled and well-fueled machine, not showing any signs of exhaustion other than what must've been gallons of sweat dripping from every inch of his body, absolutely soaking his shirt and making a quickly-growing pool on the floor. Steam was coming off of him with how hot and smelly he was, and while his enhanced musk had no effect on him it continued to wreak havoc on March, the whorish mouse almost completely unrecognizable. His lips had ballooned out into massively plump cocksuckers that were always in his view, his teats had completely ripped the front of his shirt apart- with Ouro's help- and were making more milk than a record breaking cow, his whole front soaked in cream and the counter completely covered in it, his hips and thighs and ass had all grown enough to utterly destroy his pants, not a single thread left behind below the waist, and his balls had swollen to nearly twice their usual size, though they were currently laying over his thigh so they wouldn't get in the way of Ouro's rutting. Lastly, and surprisingly, his cock had gone in the exact opposite direction of his other transformations. While it was normally about a foot and a half long it was now a comparably-pitiful six inches and still getting smaller, but it was still throbbing hard as ever.

Ouro was finally nearing his own orgasm, his balls sloshing loudly with every movement and continuing to beat against the counter that they were starting to dent and crack. He didn't slow down for a single moment, only getting rougher while he slamfucked the mouse, torturing his breasts more and still choking him to the edge of losing consciousness, while he himself felt his finish getting closer and closer. It wasn't long before he reached his limit, knot swelling up and nuts gurgling as they began to dump out a massive load of dense, virile axolotl ball batter. He didn't stop thrusting despite the pleasure and the mess, March's gut groaning and creaking as it was filled with gallons upon gallons of potent cum far beyond what it'd normally take, bloating larger and larger with each firehose-like spurt of seed into him. Tons of it was spraying and splattering back out around Ouro's brutal fuckstick, making the previous mess look small in comparison and rapidly getting worse. Normally such a forceful torrent of cum would blast its way right through March and come out of his mouth, but with a hand choking his neck so hard not a single drop could make it out that way, leading to his stomach bloating faster and more pouring back from his ass.

"You're so fucking pathetic, did you even try holding anything in?" Ouro grunted as his orgasm finally came to an end, looking at the mess under him. March squeaked out a weak whimper, almost numb below the waist, the hand on his throat loosening just enough for him to get a tiny breath before he would've passed out.. and then he coughed up a few thick globs of cum before it began to spew forth more violently, spraying from his mouth past his swollen lips and splattering all over his face, chest, and stomach, heavy shudders going through his body as he hurled up pints of warm nutslop.

"Heh, that's what I thought." The axolotl snickered as he pulled his hips back, taking his hands off of his toy and pulling his cock out, taking a few steps back. His girth swung between his legs as it slid out of that cratered ass, hole gaped wide enough that he could fit an arm in without touching anything, leaking cum like a broken dam. He didn't say another word as he cracked his knuckles, not giving any warning before he gave a good punch to March's stomach, forcing more to pour out of both ends while his shrinking cock twitched and throbbed. All of that mess gushing from his rear while he pushed and spasmed resulted in more than just cum spilling from him, the inside of his asshole rolling out into a thick, long, fleshy prolapse almost as wide as his thigh, smacking wetly against the side of the counter while his stomach gradually shrank down.

Soon March's stomach was once again flat, a bright red bruise forming on it and his neck already having a darker, larger bruise whose aching made him tremble with delight. His torso was mostly covered by his massive, gushing tits which had some bruises of their own alongside all sorts of shallow scratches and bite marks. His stretched-out sack was taut around his balls, thick veins bulging all over them. He'd managed to stop cumming but now rather than feeling painfully empty they'd gone in the opposite direction, rapidly producing so much semen that it made them ache fiercely, which in turn kept him extra horny so they'd keep churning up far more than enough cum, which made them ache and swell more.

"Did you think we were done?" Ouro grabbed onto the mouse's hair and roughly yanked him off the counter, forcing him to sit up against the side of it and making him look up at his master, whose eyes were locked onto him like a beast with its captured prey. He gulped nervously while trying not to squirm or whimper too much, feeling an instinctual fear despite how badly he wanted this, how he needed it. It'd be wrong to say he wasn't concerned about what Ouro might do to him, but only because he was worried that the axolotl might actually hold back on him and not treat him as brutally as he so desperately desired. Though judging by the look on that face, he didn't have to worry at all.

"Your useless ass barely satisfied me at all, and you left such a fucking mess behind.." Ouro pushed his hips forward, bringing March's attention to the barbed cock whose tip was just inches from his face, the entire thing covered in a thick layer of molten nutslop that steamed like a boiling kettle, its addictive scent flooding his lungs as he took a deep and shaky breath in. He didn't need to be told what to do next, opening his mouth wide and trying to lean forward so he could take that messy dick past his hyper-thick lips, which were more than big enough for him to only need to barely move before they brushed against that hardon.

As tempted as he was to let the bimbo have fun, Ouro knew that it wouldn't satisfy either of them. So with one hand still holding that hair tight he thrusted his hips forward as far as he could and pulled March toward him, forcing those slutty lips wide around his cock and carelessly pushing deep down the mouse's throat, going all the way with that one thrust and even sliding his knot in.

"Ah, that's much better. So much tighter than your poor excuse of a tailhole~" Ouro laughed cruelly, looking down at his toy who couldn't help but gag and choke violently as his throat was completely stuffed with meaty cock, completely cutting off his airway again and bulging out his stomach, worsening the pain that he was starting to grow accustomed to.. and making him cum his horny brains out, his tiny dick pulsing as it began to shoot out a torrent of cum far larger than what he'd usually make. His oversized balls produced more than his undersized prick could handle, his urethra bulging outward while it did its best to shoot out all it could but there simply being too much for its diminutive size, resulting in the pressure in his sack suddenly skyrocketing.

"Hope you took a deep breath, cause I'm not pulling out until I cum again~" Ouro started to pull his hips back while the mouse was busy glazing himself in cum, still holding his hair tight before slamming all the way back in, weighty nuts hitting against his chest. It would've knocked the wind out of him had there been any wind to knock out, but it was sure as hell going to leave a bruise, especially once he was hit again and again by Ouro thrusting into him, balls pummeling his tits and his pillowy lips getting beaten by the axolot's sweaty crotch. He made all sorts of violent gagging and choking sounds with each thrust, his face covered in drool and cum that was splattered every time the knot slid past his lips. He couldn't even muster up the strength to raise his arms, going weak from the abuse and lack of air and simply too overwhelmed, only able to sit there with his arms limply by his sides and take it, not that he would've done anything else even if he was fully in control.

Ouro stayed true to his word, not giving an ounce of mercy during that brutal throatfucking with his cock plugging up March's airway the whole time, delivering precum straight to his stomach and beating his tits black and blue even while they continued to squirt out endless amounts of milk. On the plus side his dick had stopped shrinking, though it was only a pitiable two inches long, and almost equally as wide with how much it was being stretched out by the unending discharge of cum from his overtaxed balls, which had started to turn red from the incredible pressure inside them. He couldn't even gag now, throat fucked and stretched to total exhaustion, but it could still feel every detail of that vicious dick wrecking him far beyond the point of no return.

"Fffuck, I'm about to cum~!" The axolotl grunted while thrusting away, the force of his pounding breaking apart the counter much more than before, wood and hinges crumbling apart behind March who had to bear the brunt of the impact himself- not that he could feel it now, having blacked out some time ago from the lack of air and the pain that made him cum harder than ever before. That didn't mean he had to stop being used like a disposable fleshlight though, and there was indeed no stopping at all.

"Fuckin' take it!" Ouro growled as he went over the edge, cumming even more than the first time while still furiously hammering away without restraint. Each blast of nutsludge into March's stomach was loud enough to hear, splashing heavily in his gut and quickly distending his gut outward and covering his miniscule cock and veiny sack, even lifting up his sloshing milktanks. It immediately made his belly another target for the wrecking balls between Ouro's legs, each hard smack sending large ripples across his liquid-filled gut and bruising it just like his tits.

Just like the first time March's insides could only take so much so fast, resulting in no small amount of cum gushing back out of his mega-sized lips or going further down and gushing from his butt all over the floor under him, forcing his ass to prolapse even more than before, some even pouring from his nose and his ears while his body was completely flooded with the dominant axolot's potent ball batter.

"Heh, guess you'll need a lot more training than I thought." Ouro laughed down at his twitching, cum-gushing fleshlight, holding the mouse's head down all the way and taking only a few seconds after his orgasm ended to recover before he started thrusting again. Whether or not his new "power" was temporary he had plenty of stamina left, and he planned to keep going for as long as he could..

A month passed, and March went through all sorts of changes. Though Ouro's transformative musk wore off after the first day- not that he became any less musky than he already was- March's transformations never changed back, not physically or mentally, and he couldn't be happier. His lips were absolutely massive, big enough together that his upper lip nearly reached higher than the top of his head, ensuring he wouldn't be able to see anything other than his own lips, unless he was kneeling in front of somebody of course. His bloated tits never stopped gushing milk all over the place, big enough to completely cover his torso and nearly smother his crotch. His hips were twice as wide as his torso and his thighs were just as absurdly big, not to mention his even larger, doughy asscheeks, which made it a struggle to fit through any doorway. His dick was still a mere two inches long but it was currently stuffed with a massive plug, preventing him from cumming at all or getting any release whatsoever, keeping his beachball-sized nuts nice and full- not with his own cum but instead full of his master's seed, pumped down his urethra so many times that his body had stopped making his own sperm and began producing the axolotl's, so on the off chance that he managed to impregnate someone they wouldn't even birth his child. His sack was so big and heavy that it always dragged on the floor a bit behind his feet, so he had to be careful to not accidentally kick it whenever he walked around, not that he did much walking. When he did move around it tended to be down on his knees or on all fours, as he was ordered to and would've done regardless.

There were more than a few external changes to his body too, courtesy of his master. Tattoos were all over him from head to toe, from a pink handprint on his ass to the words "KICK ME" across the back of his balls in large, black letters. There was even a brand on the middle of his chest just above his breasts, an ouroboros symbol permanently seared onto him, as if all of the other marks of who he belonged to weren't permanent enough. He had many piercings, including things like rings and studs in his ears, massive and heavy door-knockers in his nipples, a large ring in his tongue and an even larger ring in his nose, several rings on the underside of his tail, several bars down the middle of his bulging sack.. his urethra in particular had four small rings around its edge, which were currently attached to the plug inside him, preventing it from going deeper or being pushed or pulled out. The only sort of clothing he had was a collar, just as permanent as the rest of his "attire". It was made of solid, heavy metal, welded together so it couldn't be taken off, hooks on the front and back to clip leashes onto. It was big, but of course it didn't cover enough of his neck to prevent him from getting choked out, not that he wanted to prevent that.

He didn't spend much time around his home, or at least what used to be his home since Ouro claimed everything he owned after his mind stopped having any thoughts other than obeying and worshipping his superiors. Now most of his time was spent wherever the dominant axolotl was, more often than not being used like a fleshlight or a punching bag, but when he wasn't in use he'd be bound and left all on his own, whether it was being hogtied and hanging from the ceiling by his balls, or being blindfolded and gagged while set up in front of a fucking machine on max speed. To most people it sounded like an awful life, but for him, every second- whether he was tied up in painful positions all alone for hours on end, being beaten and bruised while his wrecked ass was getting ravaged, or even something simple like licking the sweat off of his master's body after aa workout- brought him endless pleasure and joy, and he and everyone around him knew that nothing would make him happier.