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Rules mattered to him. In particular, those he set for his students at the Morgenstern Wizard’s Academy. The most renowned institute for young magicians to discover the arcane. Balthasar prided himself to be teaching even the frowned-upon arts. Necromancy, demonology, and morphology may be taboo elsewhere, but not at his institute.\n\nHe further admired strength and cunning. He respected anyone who broke a rule but got off scot-free due to cleverness and skill. He did so often enough. Balthasar wouldn’t be the head of his school if not for taking opportunities. Though, what the centuries-old Mouse wizard absolutely did not tolerate was incompetence and insolence. \n\nThat the Rat attempted to steal the secret of immortality hardly upset the Mouse. How easily he caught his student in his ill-informed endeavor infuriated him. His very first trap, a primitive cobweb spell triggered by passing through an invisible arcane barrier, caught the thief. Balthasar was ashamed that he permitted such an incompetent fool in his prestigious academy. If the Rat had succeeded in stealing and using the elixir, the Mouse might have offered him a professorship. But alas, the Rat didn’t. The pathetic rodent failed. \n\nAnd failure required punishment. In fact, making an example out of him posed to be the only way to give that creature a use. Balthasar excelled in dishing out punishments. He prided himself on always finding the most appropriate penalization for a misdeed. The young lad sought immortality, and Balthasar ought to give him precisely that. But not in the way desired by the student. \n\nThe sun shone brightly on an early summer day when the punishment took place. The Rat and his Squirrel friend stumbled through the crowd of apprentices. Whimpering, and their eyes filled with panic and shock. Neither could talk or run away; the enchantment Balthasar had cast upon them ensured that. The smiling Mouse wizard walked closely behind the two. \n\nSoon, they arrived at their destination in a remote park area surrounding the academy. With little effort, the Mouse conjured a circular pond of stones with a platform in its upper half. It didn’t look awe-inspiring yet.\n\nBalthasar raised his voice: “My dear students. You all know we have rules here. And I’m convinced you are aware that breaking those rules is not tolerated. This—Rat—tried to steal from me! An act of utter arrogance by such a mediocre student! Witness now the justice of Balthasar Morgenstern as I cast my punishment upon them!”\n\nWith a flick of Balthasar’s finger, the robes of the Rat disintegrated. A pile of dust, the only reminder that they ever existed. The Rat stood amid his fellow students naked as he was born—his face red in embarrassment. The student couldn’t fight the Mouse’s enchantment and, against his will, moved through the crowd. He stepped into the pond, climbed the stone socket, and positioned himself in the exact manner imagined by Balthasar.\n\nThe Rat bent over, raised his bare ass in the air, curled his tail around his genitals, and pulled them back while looking toward his cock. Another spell, and slowly the skin of the Rat turned golden. When lastly, the golden wash arrived on his head, his whimpers and tears died down. His expression of shock and horror immortalized.\n\n“Splendid,” Balthasar thought. “a Rat frozen in time for all eternity.” This rodent would have never become a powerful mage. A creature utterly failing as a person and professional. Yet, as a centerpiece, this Rat found its calling. If his former student agreed or not hardly mattered to Balthasar.\n\n“See the price of insolence!” The ancient Mouse proclaimed. “He is still alive! He still feels! He still thinks! He still hears us! He still smells! He still tastes! He still freezes! He still sweats! This creature sought immortality, and in my generosity, I granted it! He won’t age! He won’t get sick! He requires neither food nor air! And—-” the Mouse paused for a second, “he will be trapped in his golden skin for all eternity! This is the price for insolence!”\n\nThe Squirrel remained close to Balthasar, still controlled by the powerful wizard’s enchantment. Though by now, he shook while pee trickled down his legs. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he witnessed what had happened to his friend and fellow student. He whimpered and winced as he watched his friend’s punishment. \n\n“This one—” Balthasar pointed at the Squirrel. “did nothing. Yet as the thief’s friend, he will share the penalty! Let this be a warning to you all! Your actions have consequences far beyond yourself!”\n\nThe Mouse didn’t mind discarding the Squirrel. Like his Rat friend, he seemed an average student at best. He possessed mediocre arcane reserves and lacked enthusiasm for learning theory. The Squirrel dragged down the excellence his academy aspired for. Serving as an example was a much better use for this one. At worst other students won’t risk their friend’s futures for their goals. At best, it will prevent his students from forming friendships in the first place. Balthasar wanted them competing, not flirting!\n\nBlood flushed immediately into the shy rodent’s face when his robes disintegrated as did his friend’s before. Despite the rust-brown fur, everyone saw his face red with embarrassment. Naked, he walked through the crowd of his former classmates. Some of them were shocked, while others teased the shamed Squirrel. Balthasar was merciless, and so was his spell. Any mental resistance of his former student proved futile, and soon he stood, by the will of the Mouse, in the middle of the stone basin. \n\nLike with his friend before, the spell controlling the Squirrel forced him to position himself in the exact manner imagined by Balthasar. The student kneeled down and faced his friend’s rear, looking up slightly. His tail curled between his legs and held his flaccid cock upright. His mouth remained wide open. Lastly, akin to his friend, metallic skin enveloped his whole body. Though, unlike the Rat, the Squirrel was encased in a silver coating.\n\nBalthasar smiled at the panicked thoughts they had. He witnessed their thinking like his own. The mental connection between him and his two former students persisted and would do so for a while. He had established it yesterday to probe their minds to learn about the extent of their misdeeds. \n\nTo Balthasar’s surprise, the Squirrel wasn’t involved and knew nothing about the Rat’s foolish plot. Indeed, the Squirrel didn’t even suspect his friend being up to something. In Balthasar’s eyes, equal guilt. One so close should have known about the plans. If not, he didn’t spy properly, or even worse, not at all. The Mouse was convinced the Squirrel deserved the punishment as much as the Rat. That aside, Balthasar had to admit, the two looked great as a fountain. They could have never achieved such greats as wizards!\n\n“And now for the grand finale,” Balthasar thought. He conjured the final spell. The bladders of the two students filled up, and eventually, they started to pee. With a few adjustments in the arcane weave, he tuned the pressure of their streams until each petrified rodent’s pee landed in the other’s mouth. Balthasar lavished the panic, disgust, and shock of the two through the mental connection as they tasted their friend’s urine.\n\nAfter all, what would be a waterspout without liquid? The spell maintained the fullness of their bladders and thus the everflowing streams of piss. A fountain doesn’t take breaks. \n\nBoth begged for mercy in his thoughts. Balthasar answered with a mental laugh. The Mouse didn’t grant mercy to incompetent wimplings. They are not his students anymore, nor are they persons, not even lifeforms. They are a fountain and will be forever. \n\nThe Mouse observed the crowd of students. Shock, disgust, excitement, joy, anxiety, arousal, and other emotions were painted over the many faces. Balthasar knew the shocked and anxious ones would not graduate. Too weak and soft to become a capable arcane user. Those who showed excitement, though, indicated potential. Delighted by the display of magic, yes, these kinds of students Balthasar sought. Aroused and not disgusted by witnessing the punishment of imperfection.\n\nWitnessing such an exhibition of magic and not getting exhilarated demonstrates that enlisting at the Morgenstern Wizard Academy proved an error. Those who desire mercy and pity should have gone to the Temple of the World Tree. They teach healing magic, for which Balthasar never had much respect. \n\nBut at his institute, he respected strength. The weak had to be rooted out. You reach the top, or you will be ended one way or the other. Balthasar followed this rule and expected his students to do the same. The Rat could have been one of the strong— if he had succeeded in his endeavor. Yet his incompetence prevented him from doing so, and thus he found his appropriate destiny. These were the rules—Balthasar’s rules. Who entered the academy was not guaranteed to become a magician or leave again. \n\nWhen evening arrived after a long day of research and teaching, Balthasar looked out the window of his tower. He had placed the new fountain in perfect sight of his sleeping quarter. The Mouse witnessed the last rays of the sun hitting the metallic surface of the former students. The crowd of their fellow students had long dispersed. \n\nExcept for a Cheetah girl that hid behind a bush and masturbated furiously. Not that Balthasar cared too much about it. However, he might call her out in front of her fellow students tomorrow. Better she understands that being unobserved doesn’t exist here. Though, he couldn’t deny that the sight of the two petrified lads stirred an erection between his legs. Maybe he should show some lenience with the Cheetah’s behavior. \n\nBalthasar disrobed and snipped with his finger. Immediately a Lion head at the height of his crotch emerged from the wall below the window he stood. The head appeared to be the same stone as the wall but, in truth, had maintained the wonderful velvety of the Lion it once was. Without hesitation, the enchanted feline opened his soft mouth and started to suckle at the cock of the nude Mouse in front of him. Balthasar sighed in joy. He loved it when his students fucked up. If that Lion hadn’t accidentally spilled wine over his expensive robes a century ago, he would have missed this beautiful asset of his chamber. What a shame that would have been. \n\nAfter having disposed of his load into the Lion’s mouth, the head was sucked back into the wall, and no one who didn’t know would see anything but solid masonry. The Mouse knew the boy was eager to give blowjobs, which showed in their quality, which had improved drastically over the decades. \n\nNot a big surprise to Balthasar. After all, the extradimensional nothingness, the Lion’s ethereal form was held in, posed to be quite dull. Giving blowjobs to the Mouse was the only distraction he received once in a while and the closest thing reminding the feline to material existence. With the sun setting, the night hid the view of his beautiful new fountain, and a satisfied Balthasar decided to go to bed. \n\nAfter lying down, a dozen arms emerged from his mattress and began to caress the Mouse’s nude body. Not in an intrusive way that would prevent him from falling asleep. Caringly soft touches escorted him into a deep relaxed slumber. Those arms surprisingly didn’t belong to students who failed the Mouse. \n\nNo, they used to be a bunch of prostitutes who he promised a great reward after their duty would be fulfilled. They agreed too quickly with too little thinking. Neither did they ask about the nature of the duty—being a mind-controlled part of his mattress— nor about the time frame—forever. Unfortunately for them, Balthasar would not want to miss this addition to his bed. The immortal Mouse had little pity for those foolish mortals. \n\nBefore the soft hands accompanied him to sleep, he relived the last day of the Rat and Squirrel before he turned them into fountains. Their personalities were still vividly present in his mind. It usually takes a few days until the mental connection dies down. Especially after such a thorough probing as he subjected the two to. After all, he required them to retain no secrets. He learned every little detail of their lives. In fact, he knew more about the two rodents than they did about themselves. Memories long forgotten by them were in plain sight for Balthasar. Images that ranged from the moment of their birth to the present. \n\n—\n\nLucius lay in bed with his friend Lothar. Both were nude, and the Rat tenderly masturbated the Squirrel’s cock. He cherished the warm long rod in his hands. Steadily Lothar’s member got harder while Lucius was locked in a deep kiss with his friend, lover, and fellow student. \n\nWith a fully erect penis in his hands, he broke the kiss, slipped under the cover, and inserted the rockhard member into his eager mouth. Lucius treasured sucking on the Squirrel’s cock. Lothar lay still and breathed heavily while his cock slid down his friend’s throat. Eventually, the Rat’s nose made contact with the other rodent’s pubic fur. The long shaft of the Squirrel was deeply buried in the Rat’s throat.\n\nLothar reached the brink of a climax soon as the Rat kept rubbing his tongue over his shaft. Yet he wove a spell that prevented his body from achieving an orgasm and relished in the sensation of overwhelming bliss as he kept teetering at the edge of blowing his load. His friend’s throat massaged his needy cock. But it was the Rat’s decision when he would cast the counterspell and permit the Squirrel to coat the soft mouth with cum. Lothar would have orgasmed ten times over if he hadn’t cast the enchantment on himself.\n\nAfter 15 minutes of furious sucking, Lucius decided to cast the counterspell. Immediately after the enchantment broke, a monumental load of semen filled the Rat’s mouth. The experienced lover didn’t spill a drop and swallowed it eagerly. Lucius loved the taste of his Squirrel friend. He waited until Lothar’s cock had gone flaccid in his mouth before he slipped back out from the covers. Once more, they kissed passionately, while in turn, the Squirrel now stroked the Rat’s cock.\n\nAlbeit not with his hands, he conjured a ring of force magic that slowly slid up and down Lucius’s member. Unlike his friend, the Rat didn’t cast a spell to delay his orgasm. And moments after the ring started masturbating Lucius’s cock he soiled the bedsheets with his semen. Not that this prompted Lothar to stop the spell. He maintained milking Lucius’s cock, and load after load shot out of the Rat’s member, spoiling blankets and Squirrel fur alike. \n\nWith both students well spent after an hour of heated love, they lay in the bed, embracing each other. And soon, the Squirrel faded into a deep and happy slumber. Lucius, though, had plans for tonight. Great plans. He never told Lothar, so in case things went south, the Squirrel could believably deny any involvement. After all, the scheme posed to be risky, and he didn’t want to endanger his beloved friend. \n\nSilently slipping out of the bed and room, Lucius snuck into the main building and up the archwizard’s tower. He knew the Mouse was dangerous—maybe the most wicked being in this world. And with little doubt, Balthasar was the most monumental asshole in the universe. Unfortunately for Lucius, the Mouse was also the most renowned wizard to have ever existed. Even being admitted to his academy proved to be a privilege hard to obtain. Gambling it away like Lucius did now was stupid. The Rat knew that. Yet with the circumstances given, his hand was forced. \n\nLucius learned his friend was sick. The Squirrel didn’t know himself. But Lucius knew. The Rat was enlisted in the clairvoyant course, and Lothar permitted him to practice his second sight on him. He discovered an illness growing deep in the Squirrel, rotting him away from the inside. There was no cure for it. And Lucius couldn’t imagine seeing his lover pass away—.\n\nIn his desperation, Lucius saw only one solution to the dilemma. He had to steal the secret of immortality from Balthasar, the archwizard and owner of the academy. The Rat knew the Mouse didn’t care for the needs of others. He’d probably identify the Squirrel’s sickness as a weakness and punish poor Lothar for his misfortune. Asking for help would be in vain. No, Lucius concluded, he possessed better chances to steal the secret without telling the Mouse beforehand that he desired it. He wanted to be together with Lothar forever, and he didn’t want to see him die. And so Lucius pressed forward—.\n\n—-\n\nBy this point, Balthasar was fast asleep. When he woke up the following day, business continued for the Mouse as usual. First, he taught his incompetent students magic. While the remainder of the day was dedicated to his research. After all, the academy was a project to fund Balthasar’s research.\n\nDays went by. Turned into weeks, into years, into decades. Over time he almost forgot the two boys. Sure, the Mouse saw the fountain from the window. But it quickly became just another part of the park to him, with no particular significance. Balthasar was a busy man, and frivolous details hardly mattered. \n\nAfter a particularly frustrating day, the Mouse stared out the window while the enchanted Lion sucked his cock. A valuable servant for over 250 years! Balthasar remembered the fountain, or rather the story behind it, and decided to visit it for the first time in over a century. \n\nThe Mouse rarely strolled through the park. After a short walk, he arrived at the fountain. There it stood as he had created it. The boy’s pee still flowing. The gold and silver had gotten dull with time. No surprise this part of the park got rarely visited and maintained. Most students knew that the Mouse had a perfect view from his chambers and thus preferred the parts of the park not in view of the archwizard’s prying eyes. \n\nHe brushed his hand over the dull surface of their bodies. Despite the expected metallic sensation, Balthasar knew the boys perceived it through the enchantment as if their bare lively skin would have been touched. “How long has it been since someone touched them? Probably decades.” The Mouse pondered and smirked. “If you count out insects and birds, leaves and branches, rain and snow.” \n\nOut of a whim, he decided to probe their thoughts. The Mouse was quite excited to learn how they fared in their life as statues. He knew he would get sane thoughts. Balthasar saw to that, as the enchantment that keeps them immortal also maintains their sanity. No matter how mind-breaking their situation may be. As soon as their psyche has deteriorated to the brink of insanity, the spell resets their mental condition and heals their mind. \n\nWhen Balthasar entered their thoughts, he perceived their most present feeling first. A renewed disgust about the piss in their mouth. The obnoxious taste it created on their tongues. Secondly, he noticed the sexual need and desire. The unbearable craving of a creature denied any pleasure for so long. Their balls were full to the brim but unable to release even a single drop. Their overwhelming arousal prompted Balthasar’s own cock to rise in need. And he knew he would require the service of his Lion again to suck him dry. Even as a bystander in their minds, their sexual frustration was harrowing.\n\nFurther, he noticed their sore muscles and the humiliation and embarrassment of being exposed and helpless. The strength of those sensations told him that their last mental reset couldn’t have been long ago. They don’t forget what happened, yet it resets all the negative and traumatizing sensations and thoughts and hides them. Such a reset also forces them to experience the bad anew like the first time, while the past experience appears like a distant nightmare. They were aware it happened, but more like a fog in their memory rather than a graspable relivable memory.\n\nWhen they noticed his intrusion, they immediately began to beg. Balthasar could sense their hope. They seemed to believe he would grant them a second chance. They will be quite devastated to learn that he was just bored. But the cruel Mouse let them plead. They promised Balthasar heaven and earth, which amused him greatly. \n\nEventually, the Mouse got bored and left. Though, in a notion of sentimentality, he, against all odds, promised them some relief. Naturally, Balthasar kept it vague. Unsurprisingly freedom was out of the question for them. But the Mouse had an entertaining idea. A scheme those two certainly won’t like. “By now, they should know better than to show weakness to me. It only reinforced how just my judgment and punishment were! They were vastly better statues than wizards. And even as objects, they were hardly able to fulfill their task. Pathetic.” the Mouse mused.\n\nThe next day Balthasar retold his students the by-now-lost story of the fountain in the park. And he set a prize in knowledge and prestige for the student who managed to disenchant and break the curse. Balthasar knew well that no student ever would be able to break that spell. But this way, his fountain became a place of gathering, learning, and experimentation. Very to the suffering of the two boys. Touched, seen, probed, mocked, and experimented on by student after student for generations to come. \n\n______\n\nConsider joining my Telegram Channel, where you can find WiPs and artworks I post nowhere else. 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He further admired strength and cunning. He respected anyone who broke a rule but got off scot-free due to cleverness and skill. He did so often enough. Balthasar wouldn’t be the head of his school if not for taking opportunities. Though, what the centuries-old Mouse wizard absolutely did not tolerate was incompetence and insolence.

That the Rat attempted to steal the secret of immortality hardly upset the Mouse. How easily he caught his student in his ill-informed endeavor infuriated him. His very first trap, a primitive cobweb spell triggered by passing through an invisible arcane barrier, caught the thief. Balthasar was ashamed that he permitted such an incompetent fool in his prestigious academy. If the Rat had succeeded in stealing and using the elixir, the Mouse might have offered him a professorship. But alas, the Rat didn’t. The pathetic rodent failed.

And failure required punishment. In fact, making an example out of him posed to be the only way to give that creature a use. Balthasar excelled in dishing out punishments. He prided himself on always finding the most appropriate penalization for a misdeed. The young lad sought immortality, and Balthasar ought to give him precisely that. But not in the way desired by the student.

The sun shone brightly on an early summer day when the punishment took place. The Rat and his Squirrel friend stumbled through the crowd of apprentices. Whimpering, and their eyes filled with panic and shock. Neither could talk or run away; the enchantment Balthasar had cast upon them ensured that. The smiling Mouse wizard walked closely behind the two.  

Soon, they arrived at their destination in a remote park area surrounding the academy. With little effort, the Mouse conjured a circular pond of stones with a platform in its upper half. It didn’t look awe-inspiring yet.

Balthasar raised his voice: “My dear students. You all know we have rules here. And I’m convinced you are aware that breaking those rules is not tolerated. This—Rat—tried to steal from me! An act of utter arrogance by such a mediocre student! Witness now the justice of Balthasar Morgenstern as I cast my punishment upon them!”

With a flick of Balthasar’s finger, the robes of the Rat disintegrated. A pile of dust, the only reminder that they ever existed. The Rat stood amid his fellow students naked as he was born—his face red in embarrassment. The student couldn’t fight the Mouse’s enchantment and, against his will, moved through the crowd. He stepped into the pond, climbed the stone socket, and positioned himself in the exact manner imagined by Balthasar.

The Rat bent over, raised his bare ass in the air, curled his tail around his genitals, and pulled them back while looking toward his cock. Another spell, and slowly the skin of the Rat turned golden. When lastly, the golden wash arrived on his head, his whimpers and tears died down. His expression of shock and horror immortalized.

“Splendid,” Balthasar thought. “a Rat frozen in time for all eternity.” This rodent would have never become a powerful mage. A creature utterly failing as a person and professional. Yet, as a centerpiece, this Rat found its calling. If his former student agreed or not hardly mattered to Balthasar.

“See the price of insolence!” The ancient Mouse proclaimed. “He is still alive! He still feels! He still thinks! He still hears us! He still smells! He still tastes! He still freezes! He still sweats! This creature sought immortality, and in my generosity, I granted it! He won’t age! He won’t get sick! He requires neither food nor air! And—-” the Mouse paused for a second, “he will be trapped in his golden skin for all eternity! This is the price for insolence!”

The Squirrel remained close to Balthasar, still controlled by the powerful wizard’s enchantment. Though by now, he shook while pee trickled down his legs. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he witnessed what had happened to his friend and fellow student. He whimpered and winced as he watched his friend’s punishment.

“This one—” Balthasar pointed at the Squirrel. “did nothing. Yet as the thief’s friend, he will share the penalty! Let this be a warning to you all! Your actions have consequences far beyond yourself!”

The Mouse didn’t mind discarding the Squirrel. Like his Rat friend, he seemed an average student at best. He possessed mediocre arcane reserves and lacked enthusiasm for learning theory. The Squirrel dragged down the excellence his academy aspired for. Serving as an example was a much better use for this one. At worst other students won’t risk their friend’s futures for their goals. At best, it will prevent his students from forming friendships in the first place. Balthasar wanted them competing, not flirting!

Blood flushed immediately into the shy rodent’s face when his robes disintegrated as did his friend’s before. Despite the rust-brown fur, everyone saw his face red with embarrassment. Naked, he walked through the crowd of his former classmates. Some of them were shocked, while others teased the shamed Squirrel. Balthasar was merciless, and so was his spell. Any mental resistance of his former student proved futile, and soon he stood, by the will of the Mouse, in the middle of the stone basin.

Like with his friend before, the spell controlling the Squirrel forced him to position himself in the exact manner imagined by Balthasar. The student kneeled down and faced his friend’s rear, looking up slightly. His tail curled between his legs and held his flaccid cock upright. His mouth remained wide open. Lastly, akin to his friend, metallic skin enveloped his whole body. Though, unlike the Rat, the Squirrel was encased in a silver coating.

Balthasar smiled at the panicked thoughts they had. He witnessed their thinking like his own. The mental connection between him and his two former students persisted and would do so for a while. He had established it yesterday to probe their minds to learn about the extent of their misdeeds.

To Balthasar’s surprise, the Squirrel wasn’t involved and knew nothing about the Rat’s foolish plot. Indeed, the Squirrel didn’t even suspect his friend being up to something. In Balthasar’s eyes, equal guilt. One so close should have known about the plans. If not, he didn’t spy properly, or even worse, not at all. The Mouse was convinced the Squirrel deserved the punishment as much as the Rat. That aside, Balthasar had to admit, the two looked great as a fountain. They could have never achieved such greats as wizards!

“And now for the grand finale,” Balthasar thought. He conjured the final spell. The bladders of the two students filled up, and eventually, they started to pee. With a few adjustments in the arcane weave, he tuned the pressure of their streams until each petrified rodent’s pee landed in the other’s mouth. Balthasar lavished the panic, disgust, and shock of the two through the mental connection as they tasted their friend’s urine.

After all, what would be a waterspout without liquid? The spell maintained the fullness of their bladders and thus the everflowing streams of piss. A fountain doesn’t take breaks.

Both begged for mercy in his thoughts. Balthasar answered with a mental laugh. The Mouse didn’t grant mercy to incompetent wimplings. They are not his students anymore, nor are they persons, not even lifeforms. They are a fountain and will be forever.

The Mouse observed the crowd of students. Shock, disgust, excitement, joy, anxiety, arousal, and other emotions were painted over the many faces. Balthasar knew the shocked and anxious ones would not graduate. Too weak and soft to become a capable arcane user. Those who showed excitement, though, indicated potential. Delighted by the display of magic, yes, these kinds of students Balthasar sought. Aroused and not disgusted by witnessing the punishment of imperfection.

Witnessing such an exhibition of magic and not getting exhilarated demonstrates that enlisting at the Morgenstern Wizard Academy proved an error. Those who desire mercy and pity should have gone to the Temple of the World Tree. They teach healing magic, for which Balthasar never had much respect.

But at his institute, he respected strength. The weak had to be rooted out. You reach the top, or you will be ended one way or the other. Balthasar followed this rule and expected his students to do the same. The Rat could have been one of the strong— if he had succeeded in his endeavor. Yet his incompetence prevented him from doing so, and thus he found his appropriate destiny. These were the rules—Balthasar’s rules. Who entered the academy was not guaranteed to become a magician or leave again.

When evening arrived after a long day of research and teaching, Balthasar looked out the window of his tower. He had placed the new fountain in perfect sight of his sleeping quarter. The Mouse witnessed the last rays of the sun hitting the metallic surface of the former students. The crowd of their fellow students had long dispersed.

Except for a Cheetah girl that hid behind a bush and masturbated furiously. Not that Balthasar cared too much about it. However, he might call her out in front of her fellow students tomorrow. Better she understands that being unobserved doesn’t exist here. Though, he couldn’t deny that the sight of the two petrified lads stirred an erection between his legs. Maybe he should show some lenience with the Cheetah’s behavior.

Balthasar disrobed and snipped with his finger. Immediately a Lion head at the height of his crotch emerged from the wall below the window he stood. The head appeared to be the same stone as the wall but, in truth, had maintained the wonderful velvety of the Lion it once was. Without hesitation, the enchanted feline opened his soft mouth and started to suckle at the cock of the nude Mouse in front of him. Balthasar sighed in joy. He loved it when his students fucked up. If that Lion hadn’t accidentally spilled wine over his expensive robes a century ago, he would have missed this beautiful asset of his chamber. What a shame that would have been.

After having disposed of his load into the Lion’s mouth, the head was sucked back into the wall, and no one who didn’t know would see anything but solid masonry. The Mouse knew the boy was eager to give blowjobs, which showed in their quality, which had improved drastically over the decades.

Not a big surprise to Balthasar. After all, the extradimensional nothingness, the Lion’s ethereal form was held in, posed to be quite dull. Giving blowjobs to the Mouse was the only distraction he received once in a while and the closest thing reminding the feline to material existence. With the sun setting, the night hid the view of his beautiful new fountain, and a satisfied Balthasar decided to go to bed.

After lying down, a dozen arms emerged from his mattress and began to caress the Mouse’s nude body. Not in an intrusive way that would prevent him from falling asleep. Caringly soft touches escorted him into a deep relaxed slumber. Those arms surprisingly didn’t belong to students who failed the Mouse.

No, they used to be a bunch of prostitutes who he promised a great reward after their duty would be fulfilled. They agreed too quickly with too little thinking. Neither did they ask about the nature of the duty—being a mind-controlled part of his mattress— nor about the time frame—forever. Unfortunately for them, Balthasar would not want to miss this addition to his bed. The immortal Mouse had little pity for those foolish mortals.

Before the soft hands accompanied him to sleep, he relived the last day of the Rat and Squirrel before he turned them into fountains. Their personalities were still vividly present in his mind. It usually takes a few days until the mental connection dies down. Especially after such a thorough probing as he subjected the two to. After all, he required them to retain no secrets. He learned every little detail of their lives. In fact, he knew more about the two rodents than they did about themselves. Memories long forgotten by them were in plain sight for Balthasar. Images that ranged from the moment of their birth to the present.

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Lucius lay in bed with his friend Lothar. Both were nude, and the Rat tenderly masturbated the Squirrel’s cock. He cherished the warm long rod in his hands. Steadily Lothar’s member got harder while Lucius was locked in a deep kiss with his friend, lover, and fellow student.

With a fully erect penis in his hands, he broke the kiss, slipped under the cover, and inserted the rockhard member into his eager mouth. Lucius treasured sucking on the Squirrel’s cock. Lothar lay still and breathed heavily while his cock slid down his friend’s throat. Eventually, the Rat’s nose made contact with the other rodent’s pubic fur. The long shaft of the Squirrel was deeply buried in the Rat’s throat.

Lothar reached the brink of a climax soon as the Rat kept rubbing his tongue over his shaft. Yet he wove a spell that prevented his body from achieving an orgasm and relished in the sensation of overwhelming bliss as he kept teetering at the edge of blowing his load. His friend’s throat massaged his needy cock. But it was the Rat’s decision when he would cast the counterspell and permit the Squirrel to coat the soft mouth with cum. Lothar would have orgasmed ten times over if he hadn’t cast the enchantment on himself.

After 15 minutes of furious sucking, Lucius decided to cast the counterspell. Immediately after the enchantment broke, a monumental load of semen filled the Rat’s mouth. The experienced lover didn’t spill a drop and swallowed it eagerly. Lucius loved the taste of his Squirrel friend. He waited until Lothar’s cock had gone flaccid in his mouth before he slipped back out from the covers. Once more, they kissed passionately, while in turn, the Squirrel now stroked the Rat’s cock.

Albeit not with his hands, he conjured a ring of force magic that slowly slid up and down Lucius’s member. Unlike his friend, the Rat didn’t cast a spell to delay his orgasm. And moments after the ring started masturbating Lucius’s cock he soiled the bedsheets with his semen. Not that this prompted Lothar to stop the spell. He maintained milking Lucius’s cock, and load after load shot out of the Rat’s member, spoiling blankets and Squirrel fur alike.

With both students well spent after an hour of heated love, they lay in the bed, embracing each other. And soon, the Squirrel faded into a deep and happy slumber. Lucius, though, had plans for tonight. Great plans. He never told Lothar, so in case things went south, the Squirrel could believably deny any involvement. After all, the scheme posed to be risky, and he didn’t want to endanger his beloved friend.

Silently slipping out of the bed and room, Lucius snuck into the main building and up the archwizard’s tower. He knew the Mouse was dangerous—maybe the most wicked being in this world. And with little doubt, Balthasar was the most monumental asshole in the universe. Unfortunately for Lucius, the Mouse was also the most renowned wizard to have ever existed. Even being admitted to his academy proved to be a privilege hard to obtain. Gambling it away like Lucius did now was stupid. The Rat knew that. Yet with the circumstances given, his hand was forced.

Lucius learned his friend was sick. The Squirrel didn’t know himself. But Lucius knew. The Rat was enlisted in the clairvoyant course, and Lothar permitted him to practice his second sight on him. He discovered an illness growing deep in the Squirrel, rotting him away from the inside. There was no cure for it. And Lucius couldn’t imagine seeing his lover pass away—.

In his desperation, Lucius saw only one solution to the dilemma. He had to steal the secret of immortality from Balthasar, the archwizard and owner of the academy. The Rat knew the Mouse didn’t care for the needs of others. He’d probably identify the Squirrel’s sickness as a weakness and punish poor Lothar for his misfortune. Asking for help would be in vain. No, Lucius concluded, he possessed better chances to steal the secret without telling the Mouse beforehand that he desired it. He wanted to be together with Lothar forever, and he didn’t want to see him die. And so Lucius pressed forward—.

—-

By this point, Balthasar was fast asleep. When he woke up the following day, business continued for the Mouse as usual. First, he taught his incompetent students magic. While the remainder of the day was dedicated to his research. After all, the academy was a project to fund Balthasar’s research.

Days went by. Turned into weeks, into years, into decades. Over time he almost forgot the two boys. Sure, the Mouse saw the fountain from the window. But it quickly became just another part of the park to him, with no particular significance. Balthasar was a busy man, and frivolous details hardly mattered.

After a particularly frustrating day, the Mouse stared out the window while the enchanted Lion sucked his cock. A valuable servant for over 250 years! Balthasar remembered the fountain, or rather the story behind it, and decided to visit it for the first time in over a century.

The Mouse rarely strolled through the park. After a short walk, he arrived at the fountain. There it stood as he had created it. The boy’s pee still flowing. The gold and silver had gotten dull with time. No surprise this part of the park got rarely visited and maintained. Most students knew that the Mouse had a perfect view from his chambers and thus preferred the parts of the park not in view of the archwizard’s prying eyes.

He brushed his hand over the dull surface of their bodies. Despite the expected metallic sensation, Balthasar knew the boys perceived it through the enchantment as if their bare lively skin would have been touched. “How long has it been since someone touched them? Probably decades.” The Mouse pondered and smirked. “If you count out insects and birds, leaves and branches, rain and snow.”

Out of a whim, he decided to probe their thoughts. The Mouse was quite excited to learn how they fared in their life as statues. He knew he would get sane thoughts. Balthasar saw to that, as the enchantment that keeps them immortal also maintains their sanity. No matter how mind-breaking their situation may be. As soon as their psyche has deteriorated to the brink of insanity, the spell resets their mental condition and heals their mind.

When Balthasar entered their thoughts, he perceived their most present feeling first. A renewed disgust about the piss in their mouth. The obnoxious taste it created on their tongues. Secondly, he noticed the sexual need and desire. The unbearable craving of a creature denied any pleasure for so long. Their balls were full to the brim but unable to release even a single drop. Their overwhelming arousal prompted Balthasar’s own cock to rise in need. And he knew he would require the service of his Lion again to suck him dry. Even as a bystander in their minds, their sexual frustration was harrowing.

Further, he noticed their sore muscles and the humiliation and embarrassment of being exposed and helpless. The strength of those sensations told him that their last mental reset couldn’t have been long ago. They don’t forget what happened, yet it resets all the negative and traumatizing sensations and thoughts and hides them. Such a reset also forces them to experience the bad anew like the first time, while the past experience appears like a distant nightmare. They were aware it happened, but more like a fog in their memory rather than a graspable relivable memory.

When they noticed his intrusion, they immediately began to beg. Balthasar could sense their hope. They seemed to believe he would grant them a second chance. They will be quite devastated to learn that he was just bored. But the cruel Mouse let them plead. They promised Balthasar heaven and earth, which amused him greatly.

Eventually, the Mouse got bored and left. Though, in a notion of sentimentality, he, against all odds, promised them some relief. Naturally, Balthasar kept it vague. Unsurprisingly freedom was out of the question for them. But the Mouse had an entertaining idea. A scheme those two certainly won’t like. “By now, they should know better than to show weakness to me. It only reinforced how just my judgment and punishment were! They were vastly better statues than wizards. And even as objects, they were hardly able to fulfill their task. Pathetic.” the Mouse mused.

The next day Balthasar retold his students the by-now-lost story of the fountain in the park. And he set a prize in knowledge and prestige for the student who managed to disenchant and break the curse. Balthasar knew well that no student ever would be able to break that spell. But this way, his fountain became a place of gathering, learning, and experimentation. Very to the suffering of the two boys. Touched, seen, probed, mocked, and experimented on by student after student for generations to come.

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