You all knew it was coming eventually.
And lo’, exclaimed the Ragi of the many Ar’s, I have brought forth the device to inspect and excavate beyond the veil of thine lips. But nay, my dear audience, did the kin of the Ragi of the many Ar’s truly comprehend the satanic ritual that had been invoked once this fiend had grasped the bristled rod. For deep in the passage of time, Ragi of the many Ar’s did thus travel to the abode of one mystic sage. Covered in nothing more than ink and papyrus, this shaman did teach Ragi of the many Ar’s a most fiendish of tricks. Should he brandish a stick and place it between a mortal’s gums, they shall be rendered as helpless as a sleeping kitten.
As his kin did lay upon his feathered sheets and bared her fangs, the maiden did have faith in her brother. It was here, my rapt audience, that the Ragi of the many Ar’s was deceived. In his hubris he did believe that he could control this arcane power. Wielding the instrument of cleanliness as a conductor would wield his baton, he did dive beyond her lips and into her core. As the quills of his weapon did caress the molars of this fairest of damsels, she writhed in beautiful agony. As the sensation exploded like an Itano Circus of hygiene, she did contort her being in painful ecstasy. It was here, my entourage of absorbed onlookers, that the Ragi of the many Ar’s did falter.
The central conceit of this curse was thine mouth is the portal to thy soul. If one may control this orifice, they henceforth have mastery of the being itself. But alas, for mastery of the soul is the darkest and foulest of magicks, of which only the most experienced of sages may dare experiment with. The Ragi of the Many Ar’s doth not posses nay more than a novice knowledges of such acts. Thine body could nay control the spill of the oldest of magicks, and thusly was he too overcome with simultaneous delirium. A hasty withdrawal was demanded by his brain, but alas for his digits did not cease their control over the brush. His limbs disobeyed the commands of his mind.
And thus he was lost. Thine mind left to wander the aether, led astray through sheer euphoria. To the heavens their minds did ascend, leaving behind their feeble chassis. Their minds had fused, soaring towards rapture amongst a sea of lights. The gods did shake their fists at their insolence, but they paid no heed to such petty squablings of minor creatures. For now there was nothing more than the rhapsody of scrubbed teeth.