Playtime

	A six foot five inch tall Tabby Cat returns home in a good mood and goes straight to his room. There’s a package on his bed. The feline licks his lips. The product he’s been waiting for is finally in his possession. Thankfully his roommate didn’t open it or ask him too many questions. The Tabby Cat tears open the package and pulls out a small bottle. He examines it. It’s a new type of Unengrowther, or it’s what somebody on some website said. People no longer have to trick their target in drinking it in order to shrink him. The cat licks his lips. He knows the perfect person to test it on.
	Drew puts on a pair of plastic gloves and pours the liquid into a small water pistol. To his surprise the piece of crap holds everything without leaking. The cat sets the bottle to the side, put the cap on the gun, and makes sure it’s dry before taking off his gloves. The cat walks into the living room to find his roommate, an Alaskan Malamute named Kyle, watching Jersey Shore. Drew holds back a growl. His roommate defiantly needs to go. The Tabby Cat watches it for a couple of seconds in disgust. How the hell can anybody watch a bunch of spoiled brats is beyond him.
	“Sup Drew. You’s in for a good episode,” Kyle said.
	“Sorry, but I’m not here to watch TV. I’m here to test something,” Drew aims the water pistol at the Alaskan Malamute and squirts him in the face.
	“What th’hell was that for, bitch?”
	“It’s fer watching trash like this.”
	“Oh, yeah? At least I don’ say shit about the crap you watch.”
	“Oh but you do.”
	Kyle opens his mouth to say something, but notices his clothes becoming a little loose. He stands up to see what’s going on but doesn’t see a thing. The dog looks at his roommate. Is the cat growing? No. He’s shrinking.
	“Th’hell you do?”
	“Oh, not much. Nothing important anyway.”
	Kyle gives Drew a harsh look. He’ll get him back for this once he’s back to his normal height. The dog’s heart pounds against his chest the heavier his clothes become, and hopes they don’t crush him. Kyle stands there in complete darkness. He’s not dead, yet, but it appears he’s done shrinking. The Alaskan Malamute crawls around trying to find a way out. He takes a deep breath the moment he makes it out of his clothes and stands. He jumps when he sees his roommate’s toes, looks up and gulps. God knows what Drew has in store for him. Kyle watches Drew lift his foot, looks at the sole for a couple of seconds and jumps out of the way. The ground shakes.
	Drew sneers coldly as his roommate shrinks. He had no doubt the new version of Unengrowther wouldn’t work. There are plenty of videos of anthros and humans testing it on friends, family or random people before being crushed or devoured, among other things. The Tabby Cat places his water pistol on an end table, steps out of his shoes and stands by the pile of clothes. He could help his roommate out, but doesn’t find that entertaining. Drew looks down and licks his lips. What a surprise. The Alaskan Malamute made it out alive. The cat studies the dog and nods. Kyle went from six foot whatever to maybe an inch and a half. Drew lifts his foot and wiggles his toes before bringing it down. He chuckles heartily when he sees Kyle run.
	“I’m in a playful to play Hide and Seek,” Drew licks his lips. “For the time being anyway.”
	The Tabby Cat watches his roommate run into the kitchen and follows. He catches a glimpse of the dog diving under the counter, and drops to his hands and knees. Drew sneers as Kyle runs off. He could’ve grabbed him, but that would’ve ruined the fun. The cat sees a small amount of dust fly out of the bristles of a broom, and picks it up. The Alaskan Malamute makes another break for it. The Tabby Cat lifts his foot and slams it down, missing on purpose. Kyle loses his balance for a couple of seconds. Drew shakes his head as the dog crawls behind a bag of cans. He didn’t know his roommate was that big of an idiot.
	Kyle can’t seem to find a good hiding spot. No matter where he goes, Drew finds him within a couple of seconds. The Alaskan Malamute gulps down air and puts a hand on his chest. It’s been years since he had to run like this. His heart jumps into his throat as Drew lifts the bag. Kyle runs between the cat’s feet. The floor vibrates as his roommate follows. The canine slides under the couch and prays he’s able to stay out of reach. Nothing happens. Kyle hears a door slam shut and sighs. Perhaps Drew grew tired of chasing him. Although he knows he shouldn’t, the Alaskan Malamute makes a break for his room.
	Drew shakes his head. He could move the couch, but isn’t up to doing anything vigorous. Instead he’ll see just how gullible his roommate truly is. The Tabby Cat closes the bathroom door, tip toes into Kyle’s bedroom and lies down. He shifts his body around into a comfortable position. Drew places his chin on the ground, opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue. Something he always wanted to do ever since watching Disney’s ‘Peter and the Wolf.’ Now he just needs to be patient. Despite a cramp forming in his jaw, he doesn’t move. A minute later he watches his roommate walk into his mouth. Drew lifts the tip of his tongue off the ground and slowly pulls it in. Playtime is over.
	Kyle ignores the burn in his lungs and legs as he slows down and walks into his room. He shakes his head at how foul and stiff the air is. He took out the trash in his room, didn’t he? The canine lifts his feet in disgust? What the hell is he standing in, and when did his floor become soft and mushy? The Alaskan Malamute looks in front of him and gulps. He’s in his roommate’s mouth. He turns around to run but ends up running into the cat’s tongue. Seconds later the jaws close. Kyle looks around in the darkness and gulps nervously. He doesn’t move as the tongue flattens out.
	Drew closes his mouth and purrs. That was too easy. Making sure not to send the dog down his throat by accident, the Tabby Cat stands up without moving his head. He shifts his tongue around, but that doesn’t seem to get the Alaskan Malamute to do anything. Shrugging, Drew tilts his head back and smiles at how fast Kyle comes to life. The cat smiles coldly and continues to tilt his head back. When he can’t lift it any higher, he swallows and licks his lips as the small bulge glides down his throat. His roommate had an interesting taste.
	Kyle lifts his head when he notices he’s sliding backwards. A split second later he’s on his hands and knees doing his best to avoid going down the cat’s esophagus. The thick, slick drool makes it difficult for him to retain a firm grip. The higher things rise backwards, the harder it becomes for him to climb up. The tongue moves upward without warning and sends him down the muscular tube.
	The slick walls make it impossible for him to move as they push him down. Tears flood his eyes. How could his roommate do this to him? They had their differences, but he didn’t think things were this bad. The esophagus squeezes him through a tight, muscular ring. Kyle yells as he falls and grunts at the hard landing. He looks around. He’s in Drew’s stomach. The Alaskan Malamute shakes digested food off of his hand in disgust. He could never stand the taste of tune, let alone the smell, and here he is sitting in it. Hours from now he’ll be part of it. He lets out a high pitch yelp when liquid floods the space.
	Drew chuckles as he heads into the kitchen. He still can’t believe his former roommate fell for an old trick like that. The Tabby Cat pours himself a glass of milk, guzzles it and heads into the living room. He lies down on the couch with a hand on his belly, and turns it to the Discovery Channel to watch his favorite show: Mythbusters. Drew licks his lips. Pity he had to give Kyle a milky grave, but the dog did like Jersey Shore. The Tabby Cat burps and smacks his lips. He sneers. He’ll be sure to try out Unengrowther on more dogs in the future.