This SHOULD be the final draft. I hope you enjoy this little mouse's fantasy of life and love. How do you bargain with those around you, when you and your autonomy are the only coin?


Intrinsic by cnote (though i go by prop in some weirder circles)


I looked up at the man on the bench. The lights from the ceiling made me wince as I did as it was so bright. My eyes came into focus, I tried to look away.

"Look at me, mouse." The judge said to me.

A man's hand took the back of my head and pointed my eyes at him. He whispered to me, 'If you do not behave now, this will be the last time you ever see daylight.'

The concern in his voice shook me. I squinted to ease the pain in my eyes. I tried to say something, but the muzzle was keeping me from opening my mouth. I winced as the bit dug into the sides of my mouth, letting only a little whimper out instead of an impassioned apology.

The judge nodded as I looked up to him. "The charges you were found guilty of would be easily enough to sentence a mouse to be put to sleep, but the court feels that some clemency will be granted, given your upbringing and your defender's impassioned defense."

My defender, the public defender, sighed with relief. He pat my shoulder, a small comfort.

I again tried to speak, this time trying to use my hands, but they were bound to the tight collar around my neck by a short chain. The best I could do is hold my hands forward in a paw position pose. I whimpered again, the light still hurting my eyes.

"However, I don't believe you are safe to ever be released back into the public. So I'm ruling that you will be adopted by the state, and then subsequently sold to an approved human owner, to be made that citizen's liability and property. Next case." The judge slammed his gavel on the table.

My defender helped me to my feet and I slowly walked to the side. Another mouse girl like myself was put into the stand I had just been in. But she didn't have these chains or implements on her. He led me to the back of the room, holding my leash. "This was the best we could hope for." He looked into my eyes, almost apologetically. "I'm sorry this is how it ended."

I lunged forward at him, attempting to snap at him with my teeth, but the muzzle stopped me again. I grunted in frustration as I nearly hit the ground, him holding me up only by my leash. All my weight was being supported by it. I clawed helplessly at the metal.

Two human police officers took me from my lawyer. The bigger one picked me up, one hand on my collar, the other hand holding me up by my tail. I cried out and tried fighting back, but all that happened was making the chains rattle and the bit dig deeper. He threw me, chains and all, into a waiting cage outside the courtroom.

I repositioned myself and knelt with my arms before me. The cage was too short for me to sit up. I laid my head on its side to relax, having to use my arms to keep my weight off my breasts. I whimpered as I looked around the room, no one aside the police were here. I squeezed my hands together tightly, trying to find some comfort. Only my tail was outside the cage, hanging out the back.

Then, as we were approaching an elevator, someone put a cover on the cage. It suddenly turned black. Only a tiny bit of light was leaking in from the bottom. I sighed with relief as I preferred the dark to the light.

Elevator car went down. Four dings. The door opened and cold air rushed in. The policeman's steps made an echo as we walked. A hand grabbed my tail and pushed it back into the cage.

"Keep that inside the cage or we'll chop it off." A man warned.

I wrapped my tail around my leg as best I could, making sure it didn't poke outside the bars. I reached out and brushed my hands against the bars. Cold and unyielding.

Up a ramp. The cage was picked up and placed on top of something metal. It was cold. I could hear other whimpers and squeaks. There were other mouses in here with me. I tried to speak, but the bit dug into my mouth again.

Time passed. The only thing to mark the passing of time was more cages being placed around me. Some of them weren't gagged and were crying, screaming, begging for help. I really, really wished they'd be quiet. I began to get angry. Not at the cold steel bondage I was in, or the cage, or even being taken like this. But at my fellow mouses. "Shut up!" I tried to scream, but only an aggressive and angry squeak came out; it seemed to work and the others calmed down.

More time passed. A door closed. An engine fired up. We were in a truck. After a moment, some light appeared from behind the cover. It was raining and the cold rain began to drip on me. No matter how I adjusted I couldn't get out of it. On the back of my head, down my back, in my ears. I cried out in frustration. No help was coming. I curled up into the smallest ball possible.

I listened to the road, trying to distract myself from the rain. I lost track of the turns.

The light filtering in slowly disappeared. Was it nighttime? Or were we in a tunnel or a building?

The truck came to a stop. The doors opened, several workers came in. I looked over my shoulder at the man. He stuck a yellow rod into my cage and shocked me. I cried out and recoiled, backing away from him best I could. "So much as a peep and you'll get more." He told me matter of factly.

I hissed at him, and was subsequently rewarded with three more shocks. I panted and whimpered, his masked face looking down at me. "Are you done?"

I nodded and curled back into the ball, holding my tail so that there's nothing of mine poking out of the cage. He picked up the cage and set me on a cart and another worker began taking me somewhere. Bright light leaked in. It began to get warm. Then, just as I had arrived, I heard a door close. Then another door opened. Footsteps.

The cover flew off. The light was brighter than it had been before. I covered my eyes best I could while looking around.

There was another mouse in the room with me. About my height, light brown fur, her white nurse's uniform matching the white tuft of fur in her cleavage. Her voice was soft, but commanding as if she was repeating a script she'd read a thousand times. "Your attention, prisoner. You are now the property of the state. Disobey any of my commands and you will be punished. Try to escape and they will fill the room with sleeping gas and knock us both out." She was holding a smaller version of the same yellow stick the man had had before. She pushed a button on it, making it crackle, a small blue bolt of electricity between the two prongs on its end. "I would really enjoy getting home on time today, so please don't try."

The room was empty with white tile on the floor, walls and ceiling. The only other feature was a window in one wall. We were being observed.

She approached me, speaking more softly. "Do what you are told and you won't be hurt. I promise." She smiled, holding her paw out, holding a key.

I looked at the key, then nodded slowly at her. She opened the side of the cage and helped me stand up. My legs wobbled and I fell onto the cage, holding myself up.

"Thats a good position. Spread your legs. Look forward. Do not disobey." The nurse mouse began to unlock my shackles. The ones around my ankles, then my thighs. "Spread your legs, stay nice and calm."

I took a deep breath and did as she said. Then she unlocked my collar, and then the shackles on my wrists. I looked back at her and tapped the muzzle keeping my mouth shut.

"No no, you are too dangerous for that." Instead, she started rubbing my shoulders. Her fingers dug deep into my flesh, causing me to tense up. After a moment, she leaned me forward and let me rest on the top of the cage.

"Don't move as we take some measurements. Don't forget I still have my prod."

Her hands ran up and down my body. Patting and smoothing my fur. The gentle contact made me relax. She began measuring me with a tape measure, saying my measurements out loud. "Five foot tall on the dot." She took the tip of my tail and bent it back, sending a shock up my spine. "Only a three foot long tail though. Shorty." She giggled to herself.

I did not like being touched like this. I looked back at her and growled for embarassing me.

Predictably she prodded me. After my body untensed from the shock, I fell onto the cage again. Her gentle demeanor gone, she pulled me back up to a standing position by my hair. "Platinum blonde hair to the small of your back. White fur all over...my my are you an albino?" She flipped me over and shone a small light into my eyes. "You have gorgeous red eyes."

Gently and slowly, I touched my muzzle again, pleading with her to release it.

She shook her head. "Ask again and I'll put you down as pet food." She then took her tape measure and measured my chest, waist and hips. "Thirty by twenty four by Thirty four. Very nice."

The nursed finished her measurements and turned her back to me, looking at the window. "Do you think she'd qualify as a companion? Or do we send her to the farm?"

Some murmuring behind the window.

The nurse looked at me over her shoulder, clicking her prod again. "I know she's a violent one, but you could sell her as a work in progress. She'd make an excellent companion once she's broken in. She's also compatible with pretty much every customization you could think of." She smirked at me, her tail curling as if goading me to attack her.

I growled at her, not liking being spoken of like I wasn't in the room. I lunged at her and the prod found its way to my chest. Over and over again she pressed it down.

My teeth grit so hard on the bit my mouth began to bleed.

She stood over me, waving her prod. "You had best learn your place. The faster you accept that your body doesn't belong to you any more, the faster you can make peace and find joy." She smirked at me again and prodded me once more, then dropped her clipboard next to me and left the room. As she left, she called over her shoulder. "We all had to, you're not special."

On the clipboard, she'd checked the box next to 'Companion'.


I could feel the sun on my naked fur. I tried to hide myself with my legs. I tried kicking out but my ankles were also bound. The gag in my mouth was thicker now, but it didn't hurt as much when I tried to bite down on it. It was made of something softer than metal.

The cuffs on my wrists clattered as I tried pulling my hands down, but they were stuck over my head. But the worst was that I couldn't see. A blindfold was over my eyes.

I could hear voices. Could smell them all around me. Human men.

Their hands touched me without permission or care, touching my face, groping my breast, putting their hand between my legs and commenting lewdly how tight I felt. They ran their hands down my tail, squeezing the base of it and making my back numb. They put their fingers in my mouth to inspect my teeth.

I wasn't alone. There were several other mouse girls here. Some were whimpering, some were crying. One was even talking to the men, being very polite and asking them to please buy her. Traitor. I was quiet. Angry. I wanted to lash out. To bite down on my molestor's hand and taste the blood. As if hearing my thoughts, a new set of hands began running themselves from my hips to my chest, stroking my sides.

I growled and tried to kick out at him. He laughed and pat my head, sending a tiny bit of pleasure down my back. "This one is fiesty...don't know if I have the time to break another one though." He left me alone and went and started groping the happy one next to me.

I wondered how much I was being sold for. I was a prime specimen, in the prime of her life. Rare fur pattern, fiery and passionate in need of a strong hand, the auctioneer had said.

Time passed. I could hear the other mouse girls being taken away. Most of them seemed happy to leave.

The scents and sounds of the other mouse girls were disappearing. Soon, I got the sinking feeling I was left alone. I could hear people leaving, talking about next weeks batch.

Was I alone? I strained my ears to listen. Some quiet conversations but I didn't hear anything about me.

I sighed and tried to relax as best as I could, even stopping trying to hide my vagina from view. I leaned backwards and tried to slump.

Footsteps. New scents.

"No one bid on this one eh?"

"On account of what she did to be here. I wouldn't trust her."

I looked at them through my blindfold and tried to talk, but only some muffled, angry sounds came out.

"I think she's trying to talk. You mind if we take her gag out, see what she has to say?"

A tinkling of metal. I felt something release on my head, the bit fell out of my mouth. I coughed and took a deep breath.

"Now, what were you saying before, mouse?" Asked one of the men.

"I was hungry...and he wouldn't give me anything to eat..." I said, looking away from their voices.

"So you decided to bite him?" The auctioneer said.

"No!" I said, claiming innocence.

"So is that why you were caught with his broken cash register and a gun you stole from him?"

"It wasn't me!" I said, trying to get out of the chains. This wasn't fair. "I don't deserve this! Let me go!"

A laugh came from within the room. "I tell you what. I'll buy her." A different voice, another man.

"You sure, sir?"

My blood went cold. Somehow, the thought of being bought was worse than not being bought.

"How much? I got five bucks on me."

"Sold. You know I'd give her to ya, one less mouse I have to ship back."

I cried out. "No! Please don't let him take me!" I kicked and thrashed, desperate to get out of the bonds. I could feel them digging into my skin, but I didn't care. I had to escape.

One of the men returned the gag back into my mouth. I could hear the paperwork being gathered, a shackle being placed around my neck. My captor tightened the collar so that it was almost choking me. Anger began welling up in me. I was worth more than five dollars!

A hand grabbed my hair and held my head in place. A warmth on the back of my neck. It got more intense, into a burning heat. I cried out in pain, straining against my bonds. I could smell the tiny whiff of burnt fur.

"She's got her code now, sign here and she's yours."


It had been several hours since I'd been unceremoniously hauled to this room. A several mile walk. In chains, in a collar, on all fours. Naked. I was in a small cage again. Not tall enough to stand in, but it was padded. Had a pillow and a blanket. A small water bottle hanging on the side.

It was warm and dry at least. I'd been in worse situations. I was hungry though. The cold water from the bottle wasn't doing anything to sate my hunger. It was quiet as well. Free of my bonds, I could stretch and move within my confines. I could lay back with my feet to my ankles poking out, allowing me to lay down at full length.

The room was obviously being used for storage. There was scarecely any room outside the cage that didn't have boxes or other containers in it. He'd probably just cleared this space recently for me, given there was a clean spot outside of the cage but dust everywhere else. Footsteps began to rattle the floor. My heart sank. I swallowed. He was coming, my owner.

The door opened quietly. He was dressed well for this neighborhood. He pulled a chair up to my cage and sat and looked at me, saying nothing.

I stared at him, baring my teeth to try to scare him. I leaned forward, ready to attack if he got any ideas.

He was silent, just looking over me. Then he pulled out his smartphone, flipped through it then showed me a document. "This is the license I have that says I own you."

"You don't own me. As soon as you let me out of the cage I'm going to escape." I said, growling.

"Yes I do own you." He smiled at me.

"No, you don't, and I certainly won't do what you say." I nodded. "I don't want to be with you!" I said loudly. I could feel tears coming up. "I don't want this! I don't want to be your slave!" I gripped the bars of my cage and shook it, like that would break them.

He nodded nonchalantly. "Is there anything I can say to change your mind?"

"No!" I said immediately. "I am going to do so much more than bite you!"

He knelt down and unlocked the cage, opening the door. He then looked over his shoulder. "Go ahead, run."

I moved to leave the cage, but something was off. He wanted me to. I stuck my head out cautiously, staying on all fours. My front half left. He was still watching me. I looked at the door, then to him. It would only take one leap from here. My fur was standing up though. I knew something was off.

I pounced for the door.

He had predicted this. He stepped in front of me and grabbed me by the tail, then using that as leverage he wrapped one arm around me then fell forward to his knees, pressing me under him.

I kicked and tried to scratch him but he had me pinned down. He moved both my arms under me then leaned forward a bit, pinning them there. Then with his free hands he put one hand around my neck, choking me.

"You can submit to me, or you can choke. Your choice." He said, calmly.

I grit my teeth, not letting him put anything in my mouth. The grip around my neck tightened. Things began to get fuzzy. I began to see spots. Involuntarily, my mouth opened. He put his thumb in my mouth, showing his dominance over me. That I dare not bite him.

I tried to push his finger out with my tongue, but it didn't work. I kept resisting, but then realized I would not be able to keep this up. Reluctantly I obeyed. I closed my mouth around his finger, not biting it. I still growled at him, but he'd won for now.

He got off me, picked me up and sat on the chair with me on his lap. We were eye to eye. I was feeling woozy from the lack of air. I rested my hands on his shoulders, still trying to reclaim my breath.

He held me close, he removed his finger from my mouth and held one hand on the small of my back and the other pressing my lips to the crook of his neck.

I thought to bite him. But then I realized something. He smelt really good. I became very aware of his hands. They were powerful and comforting. Pulling me closer to him. I took a deep breath, then licked his neck, tasting it. He tasted good too. Pressure. Heat. I moved my hand down to under my navel. Fire. I was on fire.

I realized what this feeling was. I began to panic. I knew what happened when I felt like this. I never made good decisions when I felt like this. I put my hands on his chest to try and push away from him. He was muscular under that shirt.

"No, I can't do this..." Mustering the last of my willpower I pushed away from him. I fell on the floor on all fours and crawled to my cage. If I could keep myself locked up, I won't do what he wants, I thought.

He didn't pursue me, just watched me go. He pulled his chair up and watched me, staring directly into my eyes.

Those eyes. Piercing me. I could feel his desire for me. That smirk. He knew what he was doing. He did all this. Just to have me. Just to do this to me. Just to make me want...the only thing keeping me from doing what he wants. I heard a few squeaks come from my mouth, I began to pant.

I wondered how big it was. It would probably fill me up nicely...human men were always...

I locked my gaze. I had to reclaim something. I didn't want to be his. I was in control of my body. He wasn't doing this to me. I was choosing to feel like this.

I spread my legs and showed him my crotch. I arched my back so he could see. I slid one finger into my already dripping sex then moved it out, touching my clitoris as gently as I could. I winced at the sudden stimulation, then slowly moved it up and down. I could feel the pressure intensifying. The heat was unbearable. I needed a male inside me. The hot, throbbing emptiness was consuming me.

I looked at him, defiant. I wouldn't be his. I was in control. I bit my lip as I continued pleasing myself before him. He can't have me.

The warmth of his hands. His scent, the saltiness of his skin. The taste.

My legs began to quiver, my tail began to swish back and forth.

Those eyes, piercing my very being. He was calling to me. He needed me.

My back arced. I took in a deep breath, just a little longer. I bit my lip.

I wanted to call to him, desperate for a male. I covered my mouth with my free hand to muffle my cry for him.

Finally...release. The tension sprang like a spring, the pleasure moving in waves through me, rippling like a pebble thrown into a pond.

He was still there, watching.

I tried to speak. "I'm...I'm not yours...my body will never be yours..." I looked at him defiantly, showing him myself splayed between my fingers. I laid back in the cage, still feeling the waves wash through me, my heart racing. The fire was quenched for now but it still smoldered. I had to cover my mouth again to keep myself from asking him to take me. I hated him. I shouldn't be wanting this.

He moved next to my cage, and looked down on me. He was so imposing, so powerful. He slipped his hand into the cage and took my chin in his hand and made me look at him. "That was the last time you will ever climax without my permission."


I had to run. It was my only chance to ever escape.

The man had let me out of my cage, said he was going to bathe me. But I was too smart for that. I could still taste his blood in my mouth after biting him. As he screamed at me, I bolted out the door and found my way outside.

The sun was going down. I didn't know where I was, and I was naked. We were in a nicer part of town. Usually you didn't have stray mouses like myself in this part of town, and while me being naked wouldn't raise too much suspicion, me not having a companion ribbon on me would, as well as not being with a human. I picked a direction and just ran. There were others on the sidewalk, both mouse and human, but none of the chased after me, just words of confusion as I ran by.

I ran and I ran until my lungs began to burn from my exertions. I hadn't gotten as far as I wanted to, I was still tired. I hadn't eaten anything since I'd been sold to him. He was probably planning on starving me to get me to obey. I saw a small park nearby, I crawled into a bush. I needed to get away from this part of town. I needed to eat something. It would be much easier to move around undetected when it got dark.

I looked to the west. The sun had just went down under the horizon. In less than an hour I'd be free to roam in the dark. For now, I laid back in my hiding place, my lungs aching for breath, my footpaws sore from running on pavement for so long so fast.

Things were quiet. Bugs and frogs began to chirp. I was free again. I felt the cool air on my uncovered body. My heart was racing from the exhiliration. I would never be captured again.

A scent.

I sat up, looking in its direction. Very faint, but it was unmistakeable. There was cheese nearby. I poked my head outside of my hiding spot. No one around. I kept low to the ground, staying on all fours as I moved in the direction of the scent.

There, on the edge of some pushes. A fist sized piece of cheese on a silver plate.

What idiot had left this out here? This was just what I needed. I hopped over to the plate and reached out to take it. As I touched the cheese, a loud snap.

The next thing I knew I was being pinned down by something cold and metal under my shoulderblades. I was pinned facing downward, my arms also pinned. How had I fallen into such a trap. The worst of it all was the cheese had been flung away.

A voice came from nearby. "Already?"

Two figures stepped into my field of view. A mouse catcher and his mouse assistant. "I don't think this is the one we were looking for." The mouse girl knelt next to me, taking my hair and forcing me to look into her eyes.

The man took out a large pad and examined it. "No, the one we're looking for has brown spots. This one is an albino."

The mouse assistant yanked my hair again. "Well, I guess we just get rid of this one and resetup the trap. I'll get the euthanasia ready."

"No! You can't do this to me!" I yelled, struggling against the bar holding my down.

"Shut up. You're not even the first one we've put down tonight. You strays make all us mouses look bad." The mouse girl showed me a syringe. "Now be still, it'll all be over soon."

"I'm not a stray! Please!" I tried to move away from the syringe as best as I could.

"Oh really? You have an owner? And you're here all alone?" The syringe stopped. "Why should we believe you?"

The man showed the mouse the pad. "A fresh missing mouse report just now, matches her description. She should have a barcode on her neck." He placed the pad over my back, and it beeped, reading the tattoo on the back of my neck.

"Aww, I was hoping she was lying. It always feels nice to get rid of useless mouses." The mouse girl knelt next to me and looked into my eyes. "Aren't you lucky? You have a master that loves you and wants to keep you? Enough that he'll have to pay a fine when he gets here. I wonder how much he values your life." She said, looking directly into my eyes. "Its far cheaper to just get rid of trash you know." She grinned at me.

I felt like she wanted to kill me. I hoped that her partner would step in and keep her from doing anything.

"He's been contacted. The owner will be here in a moment." The human partner went to his mouse partner and grabbed her by the hair. "You will stop scaring that little mouse. Go put the gear into the van. We will setup elsewhere."

The scary mouse girl whined and squeaked as her hair was pulled, she nodded and she was let down. "Yes master. I'll get on that." She seemed to completely forget about me and started to gather the equipment around us.

The human pulled my arms that were stuck behind me together and bound them at the wrists. He did the same for my ankles. Then with a grunt he lifted the trap's lever off me.

I slipped off and fell on my side, then rolled onto my back. "Thank you."

He ignored me and put his foot on my abdomen, just enough pressure to keep me from moving, but not enough to hurt.

I decided to keep my mouth shut. I watched the other mouse work, pulling the large trap out of sight, towards their vehicle.

A long moment, the only sounds were my breathing and the little mouse girl working.

The sound of a car pulling up. Doors closing. Footsteps.

He was there. Staring down at me, his arms crossed. His forearm had a bandage on it from where I had bit him. I swallowed.

The man took his foot off my chest. "Escapee with two strikes, the recovery fee is 1100 dollars. If you decide to not pay, disposal will cost 25."

My heart sank. I'd never had that much money in my life, ever.

The mouse called out. "Don't worry, it'll be quick and painless for her. I understand if you want to get rid of her, her worthless, ungrateful ass doesn't..." She was silenced by a smack from her human partner.

My 'owner' knelt next to me. He looked over my body, then down to his wounded arm. "Ask me to save you."

I looked to the crazy mouse, who grinned widely at the statement. "Oh, I like him." I then tilted my head at him, not sure what to say.

He repeated. "Ask me to save you. After what you've done to me, and all the trouble you've caused."

The crazy mouse already had her syringe back. She pantomimed sticking herself with it, then sticking her tongue out like she'd died.

I swallowed. I could always escape another day. "Please take me home. I'm sorry."

He angled his head. "Thats not good enough. Get rid of her."

He looked towards the crazy mouse, who practically lept onto me. She pulled my hair back to expose my neck, then started moving the needle towards it. "Just a little poke, and it will all be over..."

I looked up at her, then at him. He wasn't bluffing. "Please, master, I will be good, I promise, I'll never disobey you again, please...please!" I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, my body kicked and thrashed, but the needle kept coming closer.

Master put his hand up and the crazy mouse stopped. "I've changed my mind. I'll take her home. How do I pay you?"

The crazy mouse seemed disappointed, but she got off me.

The two human men began to talk about money, while the crazy mouse helped me to my feet.

She leaned in close, whispering in a pitch only mouses could hear. "If I see you alone again, I won't hesitate. And no one will punish me for it. No one."

I tried to get away from her, hopping towards the human men. I stood next to my owner as he paid for me again. He then picked me up and slung me over his shoulder

I shifted my body weight so that I was more comfortable, but I was still upside down. I looked back at the pair of mouse catchers. The crazy mouse was still staring, waving her syringe. I began to rethink my plan. Escape wasn't so easily granted.

Our walk home was quiet. No one we passed by questioned us. Just a master and his slave mouse on a evening walk.

I asked a question to myself. "Is it really that cheap to get rid of me?" I said, not realizing I'd said it out loud.

"Yes. And I've already paid for your disposal fee too." My owner said. "If the mouse catchers acquire you outside without me again, it will be the last thing you ever do."

He opened the door to his house. Opened the top of my cage and put me inside, not removing my bonds. Then he opened the side door of the cage.

I subconciously pushed myself to the opposite side of the open door. I wanted nothing to do with it. I sighed and laid as comfortably as I could. My captivity had just begun, but I was already more afraid of being outside my cage than inside of it.


I awoke to him calling to me. At least, I was the only one who'd be a slave here.

Still bound from the night's ordeal, my muscles had knotted into an uncomfortable position and were very tense. But I hadn't tried to escape. I was still in my cage, despite it being open.

He opened the top of my cage and looked down on me. His eyes were intense and hungry. He looked at me like I would some food if I were hungry. So this was it. He was going to take me. I swallowed. "Please don't...I..."

"If I undo your bonds, will you try to run? Knowing what awaits you outside?" He looked over his shoulder, out the door behind him.

Desperate, I shook my head. "No, I'll be good. I won't try to run."

He reached down and snapped the bonds on my ankles, then on my wrists. I could feel how strong his hands were. The bonds I'd been struggling against all night had broken so easily to him.

I sat up and stretched my legs and arms, having been unable to do so for hours. I looked up at him; he was still staring.

"Well?" He asked, as if expecting something.

"Thank you." I began to rub my wrist with my fingers, trying to soothe the ache out of them.

He reached down and picked me up, putting me on my feet. He took one of my hands and led me towards the door. "Come with me." His fingers were each thicker than the band that had tied me up all night.

As we exited the storage room where I'd been kept, I looked to my right. The door to the outside was there.

He noticed me staring. "You know what awaits you out there. Are you still going to try?"

The crazy mouse's face lighting up with glee as she was told to kill me flashed in my mind. "I'm not going to run." I said, looking away from the door.

He nodded, then took me to the bathroom. He ordered me into the tub and turned the water on, then the shower. The cold water shocked me at first, but it warmed gradually and I began to relax.

"You will do what I say. Now, try to relax and don't fight me." He took the showerhead off the wall and moved it to my head, the warm water flowing down me.

I felt the warmth penetrate my being. It felt so nice. I felt my muscles relax and my breath started to slow.

Once I was sufficiently wet, he applied some mouse shampoo to his hands and he began to rub into into my fur. I lifted my hands to stop him, but he cleared his throat and I returned my hands to my sides.

He massaged it deep into my fur. He pushed his fingers into my flesh, causing temporary pain, but a burst of relief came as he worked through the knots. I found myself unable to stand so I leaned against the wall, facing away from him, looking down.

He added more soap and moved up to my hair. His fingers dug deep into my scalp and behind my ears.

I had never been touched like this before. His hands dominated my being, all I could feel was them. How gentle they were. How firm and demanding. My tail untensed and relaxed, it hanging down behind me.

His gentle fingers moved down my waist length hair. He ran his fingers through it, undoing the snarls as gently as he could. He was in full control of my body.

His hands moved in front of me, onto my breasts. I moved my hands to stop him, but he kept them there, cupping and groping them. I couldn't stop him.

"We'll have to do something about these I think." He moved to running his hands down my sides, alternating the deep soap massage and the release of the warm water running down my body. Then up my arms. He took my hands in his, showing me how much bigger his hands were than mine.

He applied pressure to each of my fingers, stroking them gently as I curled them reflexively. Master looked into my eyes, I could see the animal in him staring back at me. The strength, the raw desire. But he was in control of it. Control of that beast that would ravage me. Control that was now focused on me.

I whimpered softly as he enveloped my hand in both of his, applying pressure to it, the relaxing tingle going all the way up my arm. "You're so gentle..." I said, looking away from him as I did, unable to bear the gaze from him any more.

"Good obedient girls are rewarded. Its a very simple way of doing things." He said in a soft voice. He moved his hands to my lower back and massaged there too for a moment, then moved to my abdomen, his hands in between my navel and my crotch. He whispered to me. "What are you thinking?"

I couldn't say. I knew he knew what was going through my mind right now. He was only inches away. As his hand teased me, I let out a quiet moan.

Frustratingly, but to my relief, he completely avoided my crotch. "Turn around, give me one of your feet." He said.

I leaned against the wall and lifted my foot up. He took it gingerly in his hand and began to massage the spot where the binding had been on it. He then applied pressure to different spots of my foot. "These are very sharp claws. Should I have them removed?" He said as he played with each individual toe.

I shook my head. "Please don't...I'll be good."

"Maybe I want my mouse to be helpless." He set the foot down and indicated he wanted the other. "Maybe I want my little mouse to need her master."

I looked away, biting on one of my fingers to keep from crying out as the fire inside me began to grow.

He let one final wash of warm water fall over me, then he ordered me to stand outside the tub. With a warm, fluffy towel he began to dry me from head to toe, making sure to give special attention to where I was most sensitive.

The warm gentleness applied with the restrained power of his hands was stoking the fire in me. I swallowed and tried my best to hide it.

A second towel, this specifically for my hair. He rubbed my scalp once again, sending tingles through me and making my legs weak. He then produced a blowdryer. Warm air took the remaining moisture from my fur and hair. I giggled as it tickled me on my underarms and my thighs.

Finally, a brush for my body fur. Long, confident strokes. I could feel the hardness of the brush against my skin, putting my fur into line, leaving it soft and warm to the touch. He frustratingly stayed away from my most personal areas. He was doing this on purpose.

Once my fur was fluffy and groomed, my hair remained the only thing unkempt. He led me to his room and made me sit on the bed. I thought to myself that this was it. This is where he takes me. I was very confused about my feelings. I wanted it badly in one hand, but part of me still wanted to be free.

But as he sat down behind me, I felt another brush in my hair. The shampoo had gotten most of the snarls out of my hair but it still needed to be brushed. Instinctively I leaned forward, letting him brush.

The sensation penetrated deeply into me. It called back memories of long ago. Someone else brushing my hair. Someone who would keep me safe. Keep me warm and comfortable. I felt tears come up as he continued gently brushing out every last tangle. The long lost sensation, of being a good girl.

And now with each pass of the brush, my body began to yearn for him. I didn't move. All I could do was feel him gently put my hair into order.

Put me into order. Put me where I belonged. In his control. In his arms. I could barely see, my breathing was deep and slow. I'd felt this feeling before, when I was young. But now as a grown mouse, my body had a new urge that needed to be calmed too. I looked back at him as he pat my shoulder, saying I was done. My hair was perfect and clean now as it had ever been.

"M...m..." I tried to say the word. I couldn't say the word. The confusing feelings swirled around me. They threatened to overwhelm.

He placed his hand on the back of my head, aiming my gaze into his. So gentle. So warm. But that underlying, primitive look. He was so sure, so steady. I'd never felt safer in my life. I took his hand in both of mine, and I lowered myself to kiss the wound I'd inflicted on him. I wanted to be good.

My only choices were to get lost in the whirlwind around me, or embrace the danger. And I doubted he'd let me wander away.


In the heat of the moment, I'd lost all the serenity I'd gained earlier. Now, I tried to resist him for as long as possible, knowing it was inevitable. And he was teasing me about it. "Are you a helpless little girl? Or are you a mouse?" He said as he tightened his embrace.

He was too strong. His weight on me was nearly crushing me. Every time I opened my mouth to protest or to breathe, he pressed his lips against mine, forcing me into a deep, passionate kiss. Every time he got close to my face I tried to bite at him. But every time he simply held my head down and forced his tongue inside. He started directly in my eyes as he did, as if daring me to bite his tongue.

I couldn't. My body was welcoming him. It was already submitted to him. My legs had already locked around him, begging him to enter me. To conquer me.

In between each kiss I tried to get him to speak to me. "I'm sorry I touched myself."

He ignored me and let a little more of his weight on me, reminding me of my helpless position. He then went back to kissing me, moving his hands up and down my sides. "Your fur is so soft and warm. I can't believe how nice it is."

He forced me to kiss him again, this time his hand cupped one of my breasts. I tried wrapping my arms around him to scratch him with my claws, but it only seemed to spur him on. It was getting harder and harder to resist him. "I'm sorry I bit you."

The soft, masculine moans directly into my ear or while he kissed me. The grunts each time I tried to scratch or bite him. That smile he gave me. He knew my body and my words were saying different things.

The hotness of his body. The tension and firmness of his muscles. His back couldn't be hurt by my claws. His hands and arms, thick and muscled, helping themselves to my body. Those intense eyes. He was a beast. On the very verge of ravaging me, held back only by his control. Even his body weight, much heavier than me, was being used to hold me down and keep me from escaping, while he enjoyed my body on his terms. "I'm sorry I cost you so much money..."

What control did I have? The fire inside, burning and rippling outwards. Each time his hand sampled my body I felt a thrill run down my spine. Each kiss he stole from me I found myself pressing into, enjoying the taste of his mouth.

Why was I fighting back? Why was I trying to bite him and resist? I looked up over us. There was a mirror over his bed. All I could see was him. Some scratches on his back but they didn't bother him. He was so much larger than me. I could only see my legs wrapped around him. My hair splayed out on the pillow behind me. My eyes peering over his shoulder when he wasn't forcing another kiss on me. My tail wiggling and swaying from between both our legs. But in the end, it was only him. Only his desires.

I'd never been with a male before. Something deep within me was taking control. I didn't want this. But he wasn't holding me down. My own body had taken control. He squeezed the nipple on my breast. I let out a loud squeak.

"Tell me you want this." He stopped his movement a moment.

I looked away. I couldn't say it. I couldn't look into his eyes.

He took my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. Deep inside his eyes, I could see myself. But I wasn't me.

I was his prey. It was my body that was making him act like this. I was driving him crazy. I was the one making him lose control. And my helpless body was being made to pay.

Another deep kiss. Deep and passionate again, a small string of spit connecting our tongues afterwards. His moans as he kissed me fanned the flame in me further. There was an emptiness inside of me that I knew he could fill.

"Tell me you want this, mouse. I can already feel your pussy rubbing against me, I just want to hear you ask for it."

He was already at my entrance. I reached down to touch him. It was at least as thick as three of my fingers. My body was already lining itself up with him.

"....please..." I heard the words escape my mouth.

"Please what?" He demanded, whispering in my ear. The warmth of his breath made me tingle all the way down my back to my tail.

"Please...inside me..."

I had scarecely finished my sentence when he pushed the head inside of me. It was hot. It demanded my attenion. I looked into his eyes. I saw the beast in him. It had just been unleashed. My little mouse heart wanted this so badly.

But would my little mouse body survive?

Slowly he pushed inside. On pure instinct, my body was already grabbing onto him. Steadying myself, keeping myself aligned. I took deep, measured breaths in anticipation.

Further and further he invaded me, with my body welcoming him inside. Inch by inch. My deepest, most primitive instincts had taken over. I had been conquered. Taken. The only sound I could make were small, trembling squeaks.

He reached a certain depth then stopped, holding himself up over me. I looked down. In between my breasts I could see the small, pink slit of my vagina being held open by him. Somehow there was still a few inches to go. He leaned down and whispered to me, the lust in his voice palpable. "Do you know what I do now?"

I shook my head, still staring down at the shaft penetrating me, amazed it somehow fit.

He pushed all the way to the hilt in a sudden motion. I gasped. The impact on my hips. The sudden hotness inside.

"I fuck mouse girls." He angled himself higher so that he could look down at me. "I fuck mouse girls all day."

I bit my lip, trying not to cry out. He was being so rough. So demanding.

"I crave mouse pussy. Like food and water, I need it. And I won't let you keep it to yourself." He told me, then the thrusting began. Deep, hard and fast.

My little legs barely held around him. The masculine moans filling my ears, the emptiness inside me being filled by his body. No time to collect myself, no time to be gentle.

Minute after minute. A loud slapping sound each time he pushed into me, my open legs absorbing the shock. There was no stopping, no rest. The only sound I could make were loud, whorish moans.

Only my helpless body surrendering to him. I could feel myself about to climax again, this time completely under his power. My breathing became shallow. I had unleashed this animal, and the only way to sate it was to submit. His loud, primitive growls. His body demanding submission.

He could see me about to be pushed over the edge. Instead of slowing down he pushed all the way to the hilt again and forced another kiss on me.

My legs tightened around him. My claws dug into his back. I bit into his shoulder as my body betrayed me. I could feel myself tighten on him.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I'm going to put my child in you now."

Somehow my heart began to race even faster. Despite my climax making everything extra sensitive I could feel my sex grip on the shaft, milking it. Demanding his human seed planted in my garden.

He grimaced in pain, then pushed himself as deep as he could go inside of me. A warmth started to grow inside me. He gasped and I could feel each splurt filling my aching, desperate womb.

I looked up at the mirror above us, his body resting on top of me. I could only see him. There was only him. My body didn't matter. My actions didn't matter. All that mattered was the seed planted deep inside of me. Only his pleasure. Only his desires. My body would be nourished from fulfilling his desires.

It was then I learned what it was to be a slave. He wrapped a collar around my neck, claiming my body as his. Whispering to me what a good girl I was. Calling me the perfect toy. For a moment my mind surrendered to my heart and body, and it made complete sense. And I climaxed again from him petting me.


A weight on my chest. Everything is blurry and bright. Where am I? As my vision came into focus, I realized where I was.

Hospital? The sun was peaking through the window. A person was in the room, he saw the sun bothering me and pulled the curtains. I tried to reach out to him, but my wrist was bound to the side of the bed.

Thats right...I am too dangerous to be untied in public.

"Welcome back." He said. He sat in the chair next to my bed, taking one of my bound hands in his.

I tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea came over me so I laid back down. I looked to him. "I need to use the bathroom..."

He nodded and pushed the call nurse button next to the bed. In a minute or so, a mouse nurse came in, this one mostly white furred with a few visible spots. "Ah, good morning. How are you feeling?"

"I need to use the bathroom please." I lifted my arms but the cuffs kept them from raising too high.

The nurse smiled and began to undo the bonds. "You're in no condition to fight back right now, you promise to behave? Sit up, slowly."

Over a long process of several minutes she helped me get to my feet and walked me to the nearby bathroom. After taking my first step I felt really unbalanced. I leaned forward more than I should have; my tail wasn't balancing me like it usually did.

The nurse helped me into the room and then closed the door behind us. I leaned on the sink. "What did he do to me?" I asked, pleading her.

"I'm not allowed to divulge patient records without their owner's permission. And he doesn't want you to know." The nurse said, still supporting me. Then, without prompting, she undid the gown that was hanging around my neck and it dropped to the floor. "Oops."

Leaning on her, I saw scars on my abdomen. I ran my hand down them; they were almost invisible but most certainly there. I could feel tears coming on.

"What...what did they do to me...please..."

The nurse kept quiet and just kept supporting me.

I leaned forward more to have a more comfortable time, but then I noticed my breasts were larger. Significantly larger.

The nurse spoke quietly. "We used hormone stimulation. There was no surgery for that." The nurse smirked. "They look great."

I cupped my new left breast. It was so sensitive it tingled and stung. And it was far more than a handful for me now.

"You went from an A to a D cup. You're quite lucky you know. Masters who get surgery like this for their mouse tend to keep them for much much longer." The nurse whispers.

"He's not my master...he's..." I whispered to myself.

The nurse put a finger to my lips. "None of that. He spent a lot of money shaping you to your ideal body."

"Not my ideal body...his..." I finally took a few steps over to the toilet and sat down on it, not using it quite then.

"If its his ideal, then your body is his, isn't it?" The nurse smile innocently, then turned to leave me alone.

I looked down at my new breasts, now I was unable to see anything below them. I began to sob quietly. I was so frustrated. I didn't want this. I didn't want to changed into his perfect toy. His slave. And now...his mark on me was permanent. I put my hand on my abdomen, running my finger down the scar very gently. What did he do?

I needed comfort. I need to curl up into a tiny ball and let the world pass over me. Comfort. Him.

As much as I hated him, I had been the one crawling into his bed at night. I was the one that nuzzled against him and wanted to feel him pet me. And he was right. I sighed as I thought of his touch. Every climax I'd had since the first day had been by his hand. Even in my nauseated state, right now, I could feel my body yearn for him.

It wasn't fair. I'm not supposed to be his slave. I'm supposed to be free. But its getting harder and harder to deny reality. And its harder still to deny that being subject to his will didn't bother me as much as I thought it would.

He wanted me to clean and cook for him and please him in the evenings. And I already cooked and cleaned for myself anyway.

And the lovemaking was fun. Sometimes gentle and loving. Sometimes thorough and punishing me just for being a mouse. Pulling on my tail and ears. Stroking my fur just right. Reminding me that I was his Property.

I called to the nurse, saying I was done. She helped me to my feet and get my gown back on and she brought me back to my bed, no bindings. I lay back and sighed, stretching my legs as best as I could.

Once the nurse left, I looked to him. "What did you have them do to me?"

The man shook his head. "Well, your breasts are larger now. Your tailbone has been changed so that it won't make you numb when its touched."

"You know thats not what I'm talking about." I ran my finger down my stomach.

"Thats a surprise. You will enjoy it, I'm sure. When the time is right." He looked to the entrance to the room. We were alone. He stood up and began to put the straps back onto my wrists.

I was too feeble and weak to resist. "Please...I was comfortable...I'll be good, I won't try to run."

He finished fastening my wrists to the bed, much shorter this time so I could barely move them. He then started elevating the bed so my head was higher up.

"Please, tell me what you had them do..." I asked again.

He undid his zipper. It was now pointing directly at me. Right at my mouth level. He put his hand on the back of my head.

"Not now...please...mmmm..." As I was speaking he pushed it inside my mouth. I was expecting to gag, I pressed my thumb into my palm and focused entirely on my breathing. But no gag reflex.

"I had them remove that too. Surprisingly easy." He pushed himself a few inches more into my mouth, pressing against the back of my throat.

The taste was invigorating and strange. I looked up at him and he winked. "What are you?"

I moved my head back, my nausea strangely gone. I said, "I'm your Property."

As a reward for my obedience, he pushed it in to the hilt. My lips touched his pubic bone. I could feel it sliding into my throat, stretching it. The taste was strange and salty. I felt my tongue darting around the shaft, getting all the flavor it could. My eyes began to water reflexively.

He was looking at his watch. He was training me. He would let me breathe in 1 minute.

Gently he pressed forward and back in my mouth. I began to feel dizzy. My mouth seemed to fit its shape directly. I was pleasing him. I was being a good girl. I let out a whimper when my body began to panic from lack of air. He finally let me breathe, I coughed and I greedily gulped down more air because I knew what was coming.

He gripped my hair and pulled it back and forth. The pain from him gripping my hair so tightly faded as my mind began to swim. I could feel my own body begin to respond. That wandering tingling. I tried to pull my arms free of their bonds, I wanted to play with his testicles to give him more pleasure. But it wasn't to be. My mouth was his only desire today.

I'm a good girl.

My head became light and gooey. My mouth was now just like my vagina, a hole for him to use. To please him with. My protests? Didn't matter. My own breathing was less important. Only him.

I moaned into the shaft, letting my voice vibrate a little. I let my mind drift and succumb to the hot gooey feeling. I looked up at his face. He was close. But I couldn't accelerate it. My hands were bound. He was in charge. I was only his toy.

That hot, bitter taste going down my throat. Seeing him flinch and grimace as if in pain. His grip on my hair tightened and hurt more.

After a moment, he seemed to recover and removed himself from my mouth. I made a show of swallowing what little of his seed was left in my mouth. My mouth was panting, my legs slowly moving back and forth in anticipation as if I was going to get filled. But no, it wasn't to be.

He pat my head, then kissed my forehead. "Good girl. My good little Prop."


He'd taken me many places since he first acquired me. But today was the first time it was to a building that wasn't scary on the outside. It was a massive building but decorated very plainly. There were many people here, and many other mouses as well.

Tall human men paired with their personal mouse servants. Each of them wearing a collar and leash. A big red ribbon displayed on each of them. Some attached to their hair, some around their neck or around their arms. Mine was attached to my collar on the back of my neck. As I stood just outside the door, feeling the cool air from the building blow onto me, he pulled my leash, urging me inside.

There were many shops lined up inside, with lots of noise and chatter. It reminded me of the city streets where I'd spent most of my life, but this was far nicer. And cleaner. And safer. Despite seeing so many other mouse girls with their masters, I was still anxious. I stayed close to his side, holding his hand.

We approached a large intersection in the mall. A large crowd was in the middle, talking about nothing. He pointed to one of the shops. It was trimmed in white, with many shades of red and pink. On the sides, covering windows, were pictures of both human and mouse women in various states of undress.

I stood mesmerized by the sight. I looked at the nearest poster of a mouse. She had her collar and her servant's ribbon covering her breasts, with another pinned just above her sex to cover it. She was smiling and looking up at the camera, her tail wrapped around her arm. She was inviting the onlookers to behold her body. So bold. So submissive looking, but powerful. I was jealous of her, in a way.

My owner noticed and looked up at the picture with me. "Do you like her?"

I couldn't say anything. I put my hand on the glass to try and reach her. Was this who I was supposed to emulate? I looked up at him, looking for answers to my question, but unable to put the words together. All I let out was a small whimper.

"Please don't touch the glass, young lady." A feminine voice said from our right.

My owner smiled and looked to her, then back at me. "This is who we're here to meet."

The voice belonged to a mouse girl, much like me. Except she had coal black fur with a few white spots, and the brightest green eyes I'd ever seen. She was wearing a modest sleeveless dress with a large white servant's ribbon on her arm. She went to my owner and curtseyed to him. "Greetings master. We received your order, and everything is ready for little Prop." She looked to me, smiling warmly. "If you'll transfer her to me, we will begin."

Transfer? Before I could ask, he took my leash and gave it to the new mouse. He looked me in the eye and warned. "You will do what she says. If you disobey her, it will be like disobeying me. Do you understand?"

I nodded, holding my hands in my lap, trying to be meek as unresistant as possible. I knew what he would do if she gave me a bad report. I still couldn't sit down correctly without it smarting.

The mouse accepting my leash and bowed to him. "Thank you, master." She looked up at me, then pulled my leash down, making me mimic her bow. "We will contact you when Prop is ready."

My owner departed, then she led me into the store itself. All around was women's underwear in many colors and sizes. She continued leading me into the back where she opened a door, indicating I should go in.

Inside the new room was a dressing room. Many racks of clothes on one side, mirrors on another. A small table in the middle with many bite sized refreshments. It was very comfortable and warm. There was a nice scent in the air, I felt I could relax. She closed the door carefully behind her.

She reached under my ribbon and unbuckled my collar, removing it gently. "As long as you are in here, you don't need to wear this. That doesn't mean you can misbehave." She warned. "My name is Manci." She curtseyed to me.

I hadn't had my collar removed since I'd been purchased. My stomach began to hurt. This was wrong. My breathing began to quicken.

"I read that you've only been entrusted to your master for two weeks now. How you're feeling right now, the butterflies in your stomach, is very normal. Sit down and try to relax if you can." She pointed to the table. "I see you've been properly trained with your collar. But as I said, as long as you're here with me, you can relax. No masters here. Just two mouses." She led me to the table and sat us both down. She continued holding my hand.

She was so gentle. I let her sit me down, but as I did, a loud metallic rattle sounded. I looked to Manci, embarassed.

Manci looked at me slyly. "My my...you've been a naughty girl I see."

"He told me that I can't be trusted to not touch myself..." I felt myself blush so fiercly that surely it was visible through my fur.

Manci laughed quietly. "Its alright. After a few months of your master's affection you won't be able to touch yourself anyway. It simply won't be enough." With her free hand, she popped one of the little snacks in her mouth. She chewed quietly and daintily, then swallowed. She looked at my curiously, inviting me to speak. "Ask your questions."

I reached out and touched the servant's ribbon on her arm. "Why is yours white?"

"Because I have been trained and licensed to act as a surrogate master for my fellow mouses. Any human who sees my white ribbon can trust their valuable and loved servants to me." Manci said thoughtfully.

Valuable and loved? I didn't believe it. The rough treatment, the enslaved sex, the hospital. My hands went to my abdomen. Maybe Manci would know. I stood and lifted my little dress up , revealing the metal chastity belt around my waist. But under that, the almost invisible scars from that hospital stay. "Do you know what these scars are for? He won't tell me."

Manci stood up and went to me, her gentle hands slightly moving the belt and parting my fur to see the scar. She nodded to herself, as if confirming her thoughts. "He didn't tell you what this is?"

I nodded to her.

"Have you been intimate with him since this? Did it hurt?" Manci asked, still running her hands across my belly.

I blushed. "Yes. But he did use my...uh...he didn't use it till the doctor said it was safe to do so."

Manci pat my stomach, grinning to herself. "Take your dress off. We need to fit you for your new bra."

Was she dodging the question? "Manci, please tell me."

A sudden change in her voice. She went from gentle and sweet to very insistent with an underlying threat, but still the same gentleness. "Dress off please."

I pulled the dress up and over my head, laying it on the chair. I stood there, my arms subconciously covering my breasts.

Manci went to the clothing rack and removed a long measuring tape. She then went behind me, wrapping her hands gently around. She pulled the tape taunt just under my breasts. "You don't need to be shy. I'm sure they look great."

I sighed and let my arms fall to my side. As promised, she was very gentle. Her hands were relaxing to have on me, as opposed to my owner's powerful ones.

"Thirty inches. Now, I'm going to touch your breasts. Try to relax." As promised, she moved the tape up and over my nipples.

I squeaked, but kept my hands at my sides.

She immediately loosened the tape. "Still tender from the growth procedure?"

"How did you know he made them bigger?" I asked, more curious than suspicious.

Manci very slowly and gently repeated the process, taking care to not squeeze them. "Because it matches what procedures he had done with you." She read the tape. "Thirty-five. My goodness, you're quite well-endowed. No wonder your posture is so poor. You weren't born with these."

Manci went to one of the racks and started sorting through them. She kept speaking to me. "Your master didn't tell you what he's done, and its not my place to tell you. That would violate the trust my ribbon represents."

I clenched my fists and stomped the ground. "I deserve to know!"

Manci looked back at me. "You deserve what your master decides you deserve." She said, uncharacteristically coldly. She seemed to understand how it sounded. "I'm sorry, let me rephrase that. You don't belong to you any more. I don't belong to me either. We're sisters, in that way." Manci had selected a bra and returned to her spot behind me, wrapping it around my torso. "Look down, this is how it fastens itself..."

She showed me how the hook and loops worked. Then she rotated it around my torso, helped me position my breasts and then pulled the straps in place. The pressure of the bra around my ribs was annoying, but the unfamiliar weight of my chest felt more restrained, easier to hold up.

Manci took me to the mirror. "What do you think?"

I looked at the mouse in the mirror. Mere weeks ago I'd been free. Now I was dressed like a slave, my body changed forever against my will. I didn't even have the right to pleasure myself. The stark steel belt around my waist and another band across my crotch. It was uncomfortable, always present. The same as the bra. But the bra's fabric felt very nice. I could feel my eyes begin to water.

It was too much. And in this place...she wouldn't judge me. I leaned forward against the mirror, my hand touching my reflection's hand and began to cry.

Manci immediately took my free hand and started patting it. It was oddly comforting. She knelt down next to me and helped me down so I was sitting with her. Then she pulled me in for a hug.

"Its not fair..." I said, squeezing her tightly.

Manci whispered to me. "Let it all out. You're safe here."

I cried for several minutes, until my chest began to hurt. I then laid my head in her lap and looked up at her. "Its all so confusing..."

Manci nodded to me. "You're not the first mouse who's broken down the first time they're away from their master. And you won't be the last." She stroked my hair, running her claws gently across my scalp.

"Why is it like this? Why could they just capture me...and sell me...and..." I didn't have a question, I just wanted to get it out.

Manci continued to massage my scalp, sending chills down my back to the tip of my tail. She looked up at the mirror. "A long time ago, mouse and human were equals."

I'd never heard that before. The sadness disappeared and I nodded for her to continue.

"But there was a disagreement amongst the humans about how they should treat us. Some wanted to kill us, some wanted to live separately. and some wanted to keep us as servants. There was a war amongst them about us." Manci said quietly. She continued, "After the faction that wanted to keep us as servants won, they turned their attention to us. We were conquered. They began breeding us. Domesticating us. Changing our very beings, down to our very bodies, to serve humans. To want to be with humans. To be attracted to humans."

This was all new to me. I had never thought why things the way they were before.

"Tell me, Prop." She said my name. "You didn't even have a name before you were brought to your master, did you?"

I shook my head. "Whenever someone was talking about 'white fur' it was me." I smiled sheepishly.

"Your master gave you a name. He gives you warmth and shelter. He gives you pleasure." Manci looked into the mirror. "Just like mine. You say you're confused and you hate being lead around on a leash, but when its time to mate with master, your body submits to him, doesn't it?"

I swallowed. I nodded sheepishly. On thinking about Manci's words, I realized it wasn't the sex that bothered me. That was the best part.

"You haven't been trained to like that, he didn't beat you to hold still, you did it on your own. Thats because its not him that is enslaving you, its your own body." Manci said matter of factly.

My eyes opened wide and I looked at her.

"Its bred so deeply in us to desire to be with humans that our own bodies will 'betray' us. But its your mind thats wrong, Prop. Your body knows whats best. As does your heart...you love him, don't you."

I was stunned at the question. I curled up into a ball as she continued to stroke my hair.

"You cling to him for safety, you shake your tail so he touches you. You don't have any control over it. The pain and anxiety you feel is you thinking its wrong." Manci's hand moved down to my abdomen, at the visible part of the scar. "Your master loves you. Deeply. And he is committed to you. I can't tell you what he did, but he wouldn't have shaped your body to his liking if he meant to get rid of you."

I moved my hands to my breast, then to my abdomen. Was she telling the truth?

"He loves YOU. Not your fur, your tail, your pussy. You." Manci poked in between my breasts where my heart was. "That scar proves it. And you'll understand what it is when the time comes."

The feelings in me were a torrent. I didn't know what I believed. I curled up into as small a ball as I could.

"Would you like to see your master now?" Manci asked, her hand running up and down my back. "He's waiting for you. He will want to see how beautiful you are, now that you've realized the truth."

Yes...the truth. It was all so simple. He always wanted me. Always loved me.

She smiled down at me. "We'll show him your new clothes. And then he'll rush you home so he can get that awful belt off of you."

I could feel my body begin to tingle. I imagined master's hands touching me like Manci was.

"And when you are together again...I want you to remember that its perfectly natural. You were born to be his good little mouse. You can't help it, so don't feel any guilt about it. The pleasure you feel is good, the yearning you feel for him is natural."

The tingling intensified. I wanted to see him now.

Manci helped me back to my feet, then put my dress back on me. The new bra gave me some cleavage and shaped them well. I no longer felt like they were a burden on me. They made me more beautiful. More desirable. I felt sexy. Master would be unable to resist me. Manci reattached my collar and leash, gave me a pretty pink bag filled with my new clothes, then took me back outside to where my master was talking to another human man.

Manci greeted the two men. "Master. My friend Prop's master." She curtesyed to them. I tried to copy her, but it was awkward.

I went to my master and took his hand, clinging to him. His hand was so comforting. Manci was right. I belonged with him. It was right. The only pain and anxiety I had been feeling was because I refused to see the truth. "Thank you Manci. I feel so much better now."

I looked over my shoulder to wave goodbye to Manci as we left the store, master holding the bag of my clothes for me.

As Prop and her master left, Manci went to her master. "I told her everything you told me to tell her. Did I do good?"

Manci's master nodded and gave her a gentle but firm headpat. Manci squeaked happily and clung to her master, whispering about how much she loved him.


Everything was wrong.

When I had come from the day I met Manci, everything had felt wonderful. I realized I was completely in love with my master. My body had succumbed to him already and that night I'd told him I loved him as I lay on top of him after we'd made love.

And for a few weeks, that high was all I needed. But while my vagina and my heart were happy, I couldn't get rid of that little feeling in the back of my mind. That I was in danger. That my master was using me. That I had been misled and was being manipulated to be a willing sex slave.

Like a canker on my soul it grew and grew until I could barely stand his touch. I hated it; both my own reluctance to be his willing servant, and my own paranoia that I believed on some level. The fur on my scruff wouldn't stop going up.

Why must I fight this? Why must I do this to myself? I looked at my naked body in the nearby mirror. I was reminded of his gentle touch. How complete I felt when his body conquered mine.

It was too perfect. Too easy. Something was suspect. And I couldn't take it any more. I needed to talk to someone. I needed to know what this feeling meant.

Did I want to run from him? Or was my mind just getting in the way of what my heart and body already knew?

I couldn't see Manci without my master present. I would never make it to the mall by myself without getting captured by mouse control. So my only option? Talk to master myself about why I hated him. Why it felt so right and so wrong at the same time.

So I told him. Tearfully I begged for his attention, and then I rested my head on his lap, asking him why I felt this way. I wanted this feeling to go away. To just let his hands smooth away the doubt in my soul.

Instead, he locked me in this cage.

It had been an hour or so. I was cold from the unpadded bottom of the cage. He only locked me in here was I was bad.

Was feeling like this bad? I asked myself in the mirror.

Was...I...bad? I asked myself again, still no response.

That must be it. I must be bad. But I wanted so badly to be a good girl. How could I be bad if I wanted to be good so much?

I wanted him to tell me that was it. Maybe he could punish me and I'd feel better.

The door to the 'play' room where I was being kept opened. He had a small book with him. He sat down before my cage, looking through it. There was a long silence.

I finally spoke up. "What can I do for you, master?" I asked, earnestly wanted to please.

"I've been looking for an answer to your question, and it turns out that there are many, many other mouse girls who feel the same as you. And there's a treatment to fix your confusion." He said quietly, looking at me.

I nodded. "Please master, whatever it is...I want the doubt to be gone...I want to be yours completely." I pleaded. An answer to this question, my heart began to race. I would be a good girl again.

He thumbed through the book, then nodded. "Alright. I will cure you of this sickness."

He opened my cage and took me out, standing me up. He wrapped my familiar handcuffs around my wrists. He closed them one size too small, pinching my wrists. Then he forced my arms up and onto a waiting hook above me. The cuffs cut into my wrists, and my weight hanging on them made it hurt even more.

I squeaked and whimpered, looking up at him. "I don't understand..."

He slapped me. "Bad girls do not speak."

I was shocked. I could feel tears welling up. I wasn't a bad girl. I began to struggle in my bonds, cutting into my wrists harder. The pain was building.

He forced my bit into my mouth, then pulled it back tightly, it cutting into my mouth. Then forced my muzzle on, so I could no longer open my mouth. I hated one or the other, both was just terrible.

I again just whimpered up at him. I leaned forward to keep the weight off my wrists. He then placed a blindfold on me. I'd been blindfolded before like this, but now I was scared.

He put something in each of my ears. They were soft and blocked the holes in my ears completely.

I could no longer see or hear. I was alone in the dark, the only feeling was the bit cutting into my lip, and the cuffs digging into my wrists. That feeling was back. The suspicion. The fear. My paranoia had been right.

A voice sounded in my ears. Master's voice, but through the earplug. "Nod if you can hear me."

I nodded quickly, happy to hear his voice.

A sharp impact on my back. He'd whipped me. I couldn't brace myself. All I felt was the lash dig into my back. I cried out through my gag, not understanding.

"The answer to your question, my little Property, is that you are a bad girl. At your very core, you are bad." He lashed my back again, digging in deep. It hurt so much, my lungs struggled to breathe in.

I shook my head, talking against the gag. "I'm a good girl!"

He whipped me twice more, once down my back, then once on my butt. I shifted my legs around to try and alleviate the pain on my helpless body.

His hand on my chin. He forced it upward, angling my face to look upwards, presumably at him. "You don't understand. You are bad in your very nature. And you can't help it."

I tried to remain calm. I nodded and listened, whimpering softly from the throbbing pain in my wrists and back.

"Do you know why mouses like yourself are always slaves to humans and never the other way around?" He asked me in the earpiece.

I shook my head in the negative. I'd never thought about it. Yes it was true, but I didn't know why. He picked up one of my feet and attached something to it, just under my toes. On releasing it and I tried to put weight on it, something sharp poked me. He then did the same to my other foot. I now had to shift my weight from foot to foot, the pain shooting up my legs.

"Because mouses are bad. Thats why you want to be with a human so much. You want to be good, but you can't. Its not in your nature." He said calmly. He ran his hand down my chest, cupping my breast.

I was in a dark, swirling torrent of pain. I could barely breathe. And now I was being told I was bad and I deserved this.

Maybe I did. Maybe I did deserve this pain for doubting my feelings for him.

I tried to speak again, but he quickly lashed my butt again.

"But you can choose to be good. You can be a good girl by pleasing your master. Fulfilling your master's needs is good, being selfish and fulfilling your own is bad." He said, explaining.

Was it that simple? I thought, as he pulled on my tail, forcing my hips backwards, my weight on that now instead of my feet. He then dropped me and the spikes dug into my feet. I cried out again.

I tried to beg him to stop. That I understood. But he lashed me again as I spoke.

Silence. He let me dance in pain. There was no comfortable position. I was sure I was bleeding. My wrists, my feet, my mouth, all in agony. The silence was driving me mad, all I could hear were my bonds forcing themselves against my fur. The darkness consumed me, keeping me on edge.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he took my chin again and faced me in a certain direction. "The reason you feel the way you do is because you feel guilty. Guilty that you're not good enough for your master. And you're right, you aren't."

My heart nearly exploded. I could feel tears welling up. I tried speaking again, but got another lash on my butt.

"Do you know how I know that you're bad?" He put his hand roughly on my vagina. "Because no matter how much suffering your master puts you through, you are still ready to fuck your master. You are as wet as an hour of kissing and playing make you."

I gasped. He was right. I could feel his fingers running against my vagina. I focused, trying to dull the pain. I could feel the familiar spark. It was burning hot. Hotter than any tenderness he'd ever given me.

He removed my muzzle and bit, warning me to not talk. He just asked a simple question. "Do you admit that you're a bad girl?"

I didn't want to admit it. I tried so hard to be good. My body is what had betrayed me. Here, alone in the dark, with all the pain sending shocks through me, making it hard to bleed, the ache from my feet, my body still wanted to mate. And it wasn't just that.

The pain was making it more intense. He was right. I was a bad girl. The wetness between my legs was proof. I couldn't refute it, I couldn't deny it. I could feel my resolve shatter, I could feel my mind melt. I was broken. And master was the only one who could hold me together.

"So, in order to cure the problem with your mind, I'm going to give you this comfort. You will do what you're told. You will support me, your master, in whatever I tell you to. You will please me on demand and surrender your body and heart to me. These are the rules by which I allow you to exist. You follow the rules, you earn your pleasure and warmth. You don't please me, you will suffering meaninglessly under you get smarter." His finger ran up the scar on my abdomen. "You no longer exist. Prop is just an extension of her master. Your vagina is for master's pleasure, your breasts are for master to play with, your tongue is for kissing master."

He was the only one who could love me. Who ever would. I would follow the rules. I would earn my pleasure. I wanted to tell him I understood.

Quiet. No talking from him. I could hear my own panting and my heart racing.

He undid the cuffs from the hook above me, my arms rested before me and were still bound. Then he removed the spikes from my feet. He removed the earplugs and blindfold. He forced me to my knees. He bound my wrists to the ground. He pulled my body straight with my tail, sending a pain up my back. He kept a hard, strong grip on it, moving my hips back and forth with them.

I could feel him at my entrance. I looked back at him, looming over me , I tried to pull my wrists in so I could undo my bonds, but they only dug into them harder.

"Before I use you, I want you to beg." Master said, gripping my tail tightly, then using his other hand to grab my hair and force my head forward and against the cold ground.

I swallowed, unsure of what to say. "Please master...please..."

"Please what?" He asked, applying more pressure to my hair to make it hurt more.

"Take me..."

He slapped my butt once.

"Please take me..." I said, fighting every urge I had to push my hips back and penetrate myself on him. The fire was burning. I needed it. My tongue was hanging out of my mouth, I was panting like I was in heat.

He swatted my butt again. "Not like that."

I groaned and tried to force my hips backwards, but his grip on my tail was too strong, I couldn't move it. An idea came to mind. Thinking on it for a moment, I realized it was the answer to my problem.

I didn't exist. Only he did. I had to think properly. The inspiration came, as refreshing and fleeting as my bonds were tight and painful.

"Please, use me. I want to be good...please..."

Master nodded. "Thats better. Prove to me you understand." I felt him at my entrance again.

My body was screaming at me to be filled. "I'm a bad mouse. I can only be good if master is pleased."

Master slid himself in about halfway. I cried out with relief. He pushed my face back into the ground, making sure any and all movement hurt.

I could feel the chains in my mind snap. That was the answer. It made so much sense. I looked back at him, moving my hips a little to try and coax him to completely enter me.

"Master is pleased with me?" I asked honestly, still panting. Even my tail was stiff from the tension.

He pushed all the way to the hilt. I cried out in ecstasy, my body already trying to milk him. He kept his grip on me tight, making sure I couldn't move. "Tell me the answer to your question, slave."

"I...I..." I couldn't think straight. All I could feel was him. His being had infiltrated me so thoroughly, I couldn't think of anything else. Even my bindings and his rough treatment of my hair and tail were nothing.

"You what?" He wasn't moving. He knew it was driving me crazy.

"I'm a bad girl...please make me a good girl..." I relaxed, no longer fighting him. I went as slack as I could, only supporting my legs so that my hips stayed in the air. The pain washed through me. All the aches, the fresh welts on my back and butt, the shackles digging into my wrists.

All of it balanced out with master forcing himself into me. The pain was smoothing out the pleasure. It was so good.

And I was such a bad mouse for screaming as loud as I did when I climaxed for master. Without warning. He let me shudder and squirm under him for a moment. Then he released my tail and my hair and he mounted me properly, his hand slipping under me to support me, cupping my breast as my orgasm was rippling through me.

He whispered into my ear, "Say it again."

My body had already revealed everything. "I'm a bad mouse...I'm a horrible, awful mouse..." Then I looked back at him, his intense gaze meeting mine, making me feel his presence in me only more keenly. "Please master...punish me so I can be a good girl again..."

He released into me. I felt the warmth overflow inside me. The pained expression on his face was intense. He leaned over me, keeping himself inside, pressing his weight onto me. He whispered into my ear. "Good girl."


Life is funny in some ways. Here I lie again, in the same hospital I'd been in before. Having my body changed to fit my master's desires. Remade in his image. And they didn't tell me what they did to my womb. I remember Manci telling me that it was proof my master loved me and wanted me.

I rest my hands on my swollen abdomen. He was right. She was right. Everything was wonderful. He'd given me a gift I could never truly appreciate until I came to my senses and accepted him as my life long partner and master.

Month after month of him pouring his seed into me, life had quickened in me. A warmth and fullness I didn't know was possible. But that wasn't what was special. Mouse girls like myself could get pregnant from human men. It was where we came from. This was different. I didn't understand it, but the nurse explained it to me like this: when a baby is made it takes part of the father and part of the mother and makes a new life. But my part would always make a mouse baby. That is what they changed. My half of the baby wouldn't be tainted by my mouse heritage, but my own human parts would be added instead.

The baby in me was a fully human boy. Healthy, well developed, and 100% human. I sighed and laid back. My baby wouldn't be treated like a pest or a slave. He'd be strong, and tall, and wonderful, like his father.

Later today they would be removing him from my womb. He was too big for me to deliver naturally. My master insisted; saying that he didn't want to risk my life. I felt tears well up, thinking on why he said that. He gave me his name. And moreover, I would be marked down as the child's mother. Not just his surrogate.

My master loved me so much he was allowing me to be the child's mother. So many times I'd seen other mouse girls have litters of children taken from them. For the better, they were told. And they were probably right. But not in this case. Master acknowledging me as the mother would let me take him to school, would let me make decisions concerning him. It was the deepest and best proof of love I could imagine.

Thinking about it made me miss him. He was at work at the moment, but promised he'd be here before the surgery began in a few hours. My job, he told me, as his slave-wife, was to rest and conserve my strength. Which I dutifully stuck to, but I found myself restless and bored.

I sat up slowly, feeling my belly hinder me. I dropped down to the ground as lightly as I could. My balance was still completely off. As much as I adored being a vessel for him, I was looking forward to having him be outside of me.

As I stood there stretching my legs and arms out, another mouse entered my room. She was an albino like me, wearing a hospital gown, but had no servant ribbon on her. She had broken restraints on her wrists. She went to me and took my hands. "Please, you have to help me hide!"

I took her hands in mine and tilted my head. "Where is your owner?"

"He's trying to make me get some surgery done on me. He said that it'll make me a better pet. But I don't want to be a pet, I want to escape! Please let me hide in here!" The new girl looked tired, and thin. I couldn't see any marks of abuse on her.

I held her hands tightly in mine. She was trembling, her fear was genuine. "Did they tell you what kind of surgery?"

"They said that since I'm so disobedient they're gonna do something to my brain!" The stray looked over her shoulder, a fresh look of panic. Visible through a mirror was a young human man, looking up and down the hallway. "Please, let me hide."

She tried to pull her hands from me, but she was hungry and skinny. I was well fed and robust. So I did what any good mouse girl would do. I twirled her around and pulled her arms back and upwards, forcing her to bend down. Then I kicked out the back of her knee and used my body weight to keep her in a kneeling position.

She cried out in protest. "No! Please let me go!" She struggled weakly, squeaking in duress.

The young man entered the room. "There you are, I was worried sick." He knelt down at eye level to his slave. "The lobotomy will make everything better. You'll be able to be a good girl."

"Lobotomy?" I asked, keeping her in place.

"Yes. She's been nothing but disobedient since I bought her. I was told this was the most effective way to get her to be more compliant." The young man said, noting the white ribbon I had in my hair, added a polite "Miss mouse."

The little mouse I had in my hands started to cry. She stopped struggling. "I don't want to be your slave...if you love me like you say you do, you'd let me go!" She said in anger to him.

I understood where she was coming from. I remembered the first few weeks of my master's control of my life. How foolish I'd been to reject and resist him. However, I was also squirmy from lack of my master's touch. And I was hot. and I was bored. I needed some entertainment. And in my wisdom as a white ribboned mouse, I would offer my services to them. "Young human master, have you made love to this mouse yet?"

Both of them looked up at me, confused. The young master finally spoke up. "I haven't. I wanted her to be comfortable with me first."

"Well thats why she's acting up. She needs to be broken in." I pushed my body weight down on the mouse to get her to cry out. "I fought my master over and over until he took me. Made me understand my new place in life. And in the end I fell deeply in love with him." I said wistfully.

The other mouse started struggling. "No I don't want that either!" She managed to slip out from my grasp but her owner caught her, picking her up like a doll, her arms not even long enough to fight back.

"Take her now. Right now, on the other bed." I added an angry tone to my voice. "You know, her acting out is your fault. She shouldn't have to suffer such an awful procedure because you're afraid of her biting you."

The young master was still holding his slave up like a doll, looking confused at her, and then to me. "But I wanted it to be special."

I slowly walked over to the young man, putting my hand on his shoulder. "It will be special. But you see, we mouses need proof you desire us before we can properly submit and love. Its bred deep into our bones. No matter what she says or does, you have to make her understand she does belongs to you."

The mouse hissed at me. "You're a disgusting traitor! And I'll never submit! I won't go quietly!" She turned to her owner. "And If you try to fuck me I'll bite and claw at you! I'll NEVER be yours! I will NEVER love you!" She was thrashing as hard as she could, but her frail form was easily contained by her master.

I looked to the bed on the other side of the room from mine. "I will help you strap her down."

The young master placed his pet onto the hospital bed. I fastened the familiar straps onto her wrists, making sure these wouldn't snap. Once I had fastened and shortened the straps, I undid the mouse girl's gown and pulled it off of her. I put my hand on the young master's shoulder. "Take your clothes off. Embrace her. Show her you love and desire her, but that your control is mandatory. I promise, she will enjoy it."

The mouse girl looked up at me, still spouting vulgarities at me. "I'll get you for this! He won't dare!"

The owner was taking his clothing off. He went to her and grabbed his slave's snout, forcing it closed. He planted a kiss on her nose. She tried to snap at him. He looked back at me. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, on my master's life, this is just how it went with me." I smiled at him. "She's far tougher than she appears. She can take it. But you need to prove to her that you can take it too." I watched him strip down to his birthday suit and climb onto the bed, putting himself in between her legs so she couldn't kick him. I went to the door to the room and gave a final bit of advice to the two new lovers. "Go slowly. Enjoy yourselves. And remember, master is in charge."

I closed the door behind me. I paced through the hallway slowly, watching my feet as I struggled with this boy. I stood at the window next to my room's door, keeping watch to ensure no one bothered them. Though it would be hard for a human to hear, for a mouse it was clear as day. I looked at the clock behind me.

Ten minutes in, she wasn't swearing any more. I could only hear her breathing, slow and controlled. I could hear male moaning and him telling her how beautiful she was.

Thirty minutes in, I could hear soft, feminine moans between whispers.

At forty-five minutes I heard an 'ow' from the man, he'd probably just been bitten. I remembered biting my master the first time. It had been the only way I could release the tension in me. He was doing well.

A nurse mouse stopped by me and looked to the door, lifted her ear then covered her face, blushing. "He's really giving it to her in there."

I nodded. "Its the albino lobotomy paitent and her owner."

The nurse nodded. "I hate having to drive those needles into their brains. I hope she comes to her senses." She shrugged at the absurdity of it. "Did you need anything?"

"A chair please, so I can rest."

After one hour and thirty-six minutes, slumped down in my chair, I heard her shaky voice beg her master to not let her go. Then, fifteen minutes later, they both came out of the room. He looked fresh and fit still, but the little mouse had been ravaged. She was clinging to his arm, breathing heavily. The look on her face, one of confusion. She looked at me, didn't say anything, then looked back to him as if unsure what to think. The conflicted feelings were written clear on her face. I remembered them too. The dissonance between what I thought I wanted and what my body wanted. After a few more sessions, she would be accept her place. Together they went to another room down the hallway.

A warmth was filled my heart. I'd helped a new couple. I'd helped a young master gain the confidence to tame his mouse, and a young mouse to accept her master's control.

I put my hands on my belly, feeling a kick from the boy inside. I'm going to be a great mother.

(End)


I hope you enjoyed this little mouse's fantasy of surrendering to another completely and being rewarded for it. The pain, being shaped by another's will, the conflict of her own body betraying her mind, and finally finding completeness and love afterwards.

Was inspired to write this by my attempt to come out of my shell. Thought I'd try being a slutty mouse girl for awhile. Seems like it worked on some level. Dunno if I'll stick to it.

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Pub: 16 Sep 2025 05:43 UTC

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