This is for all those who I love, or ever loved. Every one of you has a little bit of me and I have a little bit of you.

In the early morning of the mistress’ humble abode was a quiet scampering and skittering as the small crux ran about doing his chores for the morning. Cruxes were mysterious, powerful, wild creatures which none could tame, to see one doing chores was more than astonishing, it was downright impossible.  but plain as day, here was this wild untameable demon doing the bidding of a perceivably normal woman. 

As she awoke the young woman was greet by her unusual, monochromatic, servant who had fixed her breakfast. It was an average breakfast of eggs toast and orange juice as well as milk. But something was off,... the crux, which are normally talkative people said nothing to her and looked almost as blank as his color pallet. When the woman lean forward, dressed in her white night gown, her neko-ish cat ears perking up at the sight of her breakfast she turned to her servant and thanked him.

When she did so the crux instantaneously swapped forms in a bright flash into a young squirrel boy,  nude as the day his was born. The boy smiled and squeaked a quiet reply “Anything for you mistress.” “Jes again Oro? What has you so chipper? You’re never this cute little fellow unless you’re thrilled or nervous around strangers.” The squirrel blushed a bit and wrapped his tail around his hips “Sorry mistress, I’m just happy to see your awake and you enjoy your offering.

When the boy hid his sheath from his mistress it earned him a light tap on his nose from the newspaper that had also been on the serving tray with her food. “ Now now, you know better boy. You never hide your mistress's property. Especially something this cute.” she would say moving her paw into his bushy tail to give a little scritch under the boy’s sheath as he unfurl his tail from his hips letting her see it again. The boy blushed a deep crimson as he squirm a bit

“Sorry mistress, I can’t help Jes, he is a shy one. If this one does not suit you i can return to my normal form i’m sure another form will take hold!” the mistress had started eating her food while he spoke simply shaking her head in response while very politely eating her delicious eggs. Patting her lips dry after doing so she speaks softly. “No, i want jes to be here for my girls when they show up for our book reading this afternoon. After all they haven't met this cute little one yet. I want to show him off.”

The mistress would finish eating in due course, discussing the daily arrangements and tasks to be done, the boy nodding and rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet as he did so. In no time at all she was getting out of bed which means he left the room in a hurried pace as he had never seen his mistress nude, and as she was a lady he never planned to, especially not as Jes. 

They had only ever been intimate once come to think of it. And it was quite the day. his mistress called in Sasha on that day, which was the form that happened to be out when the crux felt,... sensually adventurous. As she entered the room that night she was instantly blindfolded, had her wrists bound behind her and was roughly forced onto the bed, tail up face against the sheets. Her mistress used a strapon on her backside, not touching her slit, not allowing her any pleasure of her own as the mistress used her with that double ended strap on,and when done left her like that for an hour, not even taking the toy out after she left. What sasha had not known was that her sensual dripping had been collecting below her that entire time. her mistress used them as a flavor enhancer for her midday coffee.

But that time was long past, as it stood he felt entirely unworthy of her sensual attentions, and instead devoted himself to her love and care. He would groom, feed, and if need be help find clothing for her but that was the extent of their relationship for so long. That is, until tonight.

Tonight, as her other female colleagues gathered to read books and compare notes together, jes was ordered to serve the party. something the crux had done often, but never as a male, and never nude, and most surely never as the shy furball known as Jes. As they all gathered, and started catching up the boy would walk in, tail around his hips carrying 6 cups of tea in the good china and one in his mistress’ personal cup.

The room would fall silent as he entered, all eyes glued on him, the boy trembling so much so he sounded like a china-shop in an earthquake as he set the silver tray down on the table amidst the books the ladies had been reading in the center of the room. “My my what an adorable little one you are! I could just squeeze you till you burst!” proclaimed one of the ladies who was done up in modern fashion of quite stunning design, the rest chiming in all clamoring over how adorable he was and congratulating Yuki on such a good find.

The boy handed out all the tea cups per normal, always saving his mistress for last when guests were present as per her orders. She could not help herself tapping his nose for hiding himself again, and without a word said he knew what had been wrong and he sheepishly revealed his small furry sheath and jewels for all the ladies in the room to see. the same chatty one being the first to boldly remark, “Well he sure is adorable, even down there. Too bad it's not much more else than adorable down there, otherwise he’d have plenty more use am I right Yuki?”

The woman giggled to herself Yuki smiling in response before shaking her head, “Now now, he is plenty useful. Just watch.” And with that she turned to him giving a little scritch at the tip of his sheath, “Up boy.” And with a blush as red as red gets the boy closed his eyes and gave a small squeak and nod as he focused his mind entirely on his task at hand his small tapered shaft slowly swelling and peeking free form his silvery sheath revealing his less than average size, even for his age to the ladies. Which was once again met by the same woman “Awwww thats so cute! How long did it take to train him to do that?” “My jessy here is a good boy it only took him a week or two to learn it. But it took a good deal longer to train him how to do this next one, and it takes a little help still, but i think it’s pressing his limits as a male at this point.”

His mistress once more turned to him and held her cup under his shaft’s tip, “Give your mistress some sweetener boy. I’m not going to help this time until you get me at least a little on your own first.” The boy whimpered loudly and simply nod trembling and still a furious red. Stage fright had really gotten the best of him as it was hard to keep himself up at all, much less press his mind further and further onward his shaft starting to throb a bit over his mistress’ cup before a singular drip of sweat crystal clear pre slowly dangle down and finally made contact with her hot tea, the string of it still dangling between the two. “come on boy i know you can get your mistress more than that without me helping.”

He whimpered in protest, but she was right, it didn't take long before another drop, and another, and another came, no good spirts yet but she doubted he could get a good spirt with all the attention as all eyes were glued to his cock, including that annoyingly chatty one. It was too much for him all at once as his shaft soon started shriveling a bit down back into his sheath. this was met with a VERY firm slap of his inner thigh, the breeze from it being felt on his jewels, his mistress’ way of punishing him was to normally use a belt on his thighs, but in this case it was her own hand.

 The boy’s mistress soon placed a hand on his shaft, using two fingers to milk it quickly as he gasp loudly his jewels drawing closer to his little frame as he was milked soon a spirt, then another and another came, but as she got what she wanted she then spoke saying “Thats enough for me, any of you ladies want to have some? Its very delicious, it tastes almost like peaches, because i feed him a very strict diet of them most days.” 

It took no time at all for the entire room to simultaneously agree they wanted some. The boy looked to his mistress with a loud whimpering and a knock-kneed trembling. His mistress giving the order he didn't want to hear, “Well get to it boy, and i best not catch you giving any of them something more bitter than sweetener.” 

Her threats were full force,and wholly backed with brutal punishments and they were none too enjoyable, which made his task that much more imperative and harder. he would timidly walk over to the next lady who simply ordered him for some sweetener. He mustered up about 2 drops before she grew impatient and Yuki said “Just grab on and give it a few pumps. Or gie it a lick if you're feeling adventurous, i’m sure you can get a good taste like that too.” To  which the lady smile and took hold of it giving the tip a lick as the last bit was forming before remarking quite loudly “My my that does taste just like peaches! I swear this will be my best cup of tea yet. You best keep him around Madam yuki, i’ll want more of this latter!” 

This all left the boy whimpering and a small tear rolling down his cheek from the sheer embarrassment of it all, but he stood there and let himself be milked by one, after the other after the other after the other, almost all of which giving it either a quick like, a long sloppy lick up the underside or in the case of the overly chatty one, a full on sucking at before mistress Yuki corrected her and reminded her it was not very ladylike to ‘smash one’s face into a cake rather than taking a single bite’.

After he had given every lady in the room at least a few drops of it he returned to his mistress’ side where there was clearly more in store for the ladies as a special treat. “Isn't he precious ladies?” to which the room arose in an uproar over how adorable, useful, and sweet he was in more than one way. 

Yuki held her hand up to silence the gaggle of women, before slipping that hand into her dress’ pocket and pulling out a large dog-shaped knotted toy. “Lick it boy.” She would order her pup, who would indeed start licking at the toy eyes closed as he did so. he had to bend over to lick the toy, and doing so put him in a rather vulnerable position as when he had licked it thoroughly enough, rather than giving an order she pulled the boy over onto her lap, rupm high as she quickly moved the toy to his backside and started pumping it in and out, quickly making the boy cry out and moan as he whimper and shudder under her hand, a quiet ‘p-please mistress’ escaping his lips at one point which prompted her to punish him by ramming the knot in rather than going on with the stretching. 

All this time, she had place her cup between her legs, and the boy’s cock had been spraying thick long strings of pre into it over and over while she did this.  But never any cum, the boy was too well trained so it seemed, kwong he had to wait for his mistress’ order to finish.  She pulled out a remove from her pocket now leaving the boy there on her lap as she pressed the remote and a loud buzzing was heard in his backside, making him moan and shudder and squirm on her lap. But she stood the boy up and tapped his nose, “Down boy. “

And with that he gave a squeak that would have been a whimper before nodding and closing his eyes shuddering as he tried to calm himself and sure enough slowly his shaft would start receding into his sheath, Only to jump back out as any time there was progress made, his mistress would change the mode or speed of the vibrator that lay in the knot of the toy in his rump, or even more devilishly give the base of the toy a tug making the knot jerk at his rim firmly.

In spite of her best efforts, the boy was succeeding quite well. And once it was all said and done he had indeed managed to keep his still fairly aroused sheath back into his sheath. He then still did his tasks toy inside him changing speeds and modes constantly, from fast pulses to slow waves, and everything between as he even felt it start swirling and squirming in his backside a special device in the toy making it have that ability.

“You’re a good boy. I’ll let you groom me tonight once the ladies leave. Alright boy?” she said petting over his head, before giving his rump a smack to send him on his way once more. And once all the ladies had left, he got his reward,being called back into her study  and being asked to kneel before her. She blindfolded him, and once she had, she gave this simple order. “find it with your nose and you can groom it and pay your mistress back some. And you get to taste your mistress for the first time. Understood?” 

With that the boy nod, and lean forward starting to nuzzle his head against her thigh kissing and nibbling at it before it soon came to a warm moist source of heat and estrus. He extend his tongue and gave it a quick little lick up the very center of her pristine slit before starting to groom her there as ordered, licking and nuzzling with his muzzle, which must have tickled her as she could not help but giggle as she used her foot to press against the dildo in his backside rocking it in and out slowly against that knot and tight ring.

It was a perfect ending to a long day, something he needed desperately and something he craved more than anyone could know or guess. Anyone but his mistress.

Sadly this is the end of the story. I have dreamed of this day so long, as it was to have been true one day, but never became such. Mistress left before my training was done,and Oroborus the crux lost his life itself in the chaos of her leaving. Never to return to my collective conscience of minds. But rather exploding himself into pieces, fragmenting his own personalities and shapes across the entire group of them so they may take life of their own... Even jes, the squirrel boy who never felt complete without his mistress. 

When she vanished she took a piece of my with her. Mistress Yuki was my last true mistress or owner of any kind. She understood her place and put me in mine. And since then i have searched for something as close to perfection as possible. Thankfully i found my soulmate Seth, and he serves me well, even if we never seem to get around to being with one another these days. 

I write this in homage to Yuki, but i write it mostly for my mate to see another piece of my fragmented mind. To see how i became who i am, and how i gained my expectations of a mistress, and who i had who was as close to perfection for a mistress as it comes.

I hope Mistress Yuki is alright, i miss her always. But as long as I have my mate i am at peace with myself and losing her.