This story was written as a commission for MicahDobie of Fur Affinity. The original request I was given was to write a “role-reversal where a large doberman teases a house cat who happens to be a witch who shrinks him slowly and teases him making him a mouse-sized doberman pet.”  This is one of those cases where the story required more words than a typical Flash piece. It was expanded, by my own decision, into the size of “Micro-Fiction” (appropriately enough). I was later told that the character in the story was actually owned by another person who sometimes role-played with the commissioner. After getting permission to use that character, she was re-named, appropriately, and the story was finished. The character of “Mud” is owned by MicahDobie while the character of “Sindra” is owned by Inforiel; the story is based upon requests by the commissioner.

Pranked
©2012 - Sylvan Scott [1,619 words]

“Geez, Mud:  act your age!”
The doberman, his grey and dusky brown fur providing camouflage by night, ignored his friend. “Don’t go all soft on me now,” he said over his shoulder. He pulled himself up to the top of the wooden fence and swung one, lanky leg over. At six-foot-five, he was the tallest guy he knew. He looked down at the fox. “You used to enjoy stuff like this.”
“Dude:  we’re adults, now; a bit old for playing pranks.”
“Fine:  run home! I’ll meet up with you later at O’Gara’s for drinks.” Hefting the shoulder bag full of toilet paper, he swung his other leg over and dropped into the sorority house’s back yard.
In truth, Mud had never T.P.ed a house, before. However, growing up he’d played plenty of pranks on neighborhood girls. Careful to stay out of the light from the illuminated swimming pool, he lobbed roll after roll in lazy arcs high over the nearly leafless branches of the house’s old elm.
He glanced up at the highest window where he knew Sindra, the black-furred cat, lived. He wished he could see her face once the sun came up. She’d always been so aloof, so withdrawn and almost creepy, that she was practically begging to be pranked. The fact that she was also the prettiest girl around also helped. It may have been juvenile, but it felt it was a good way to get her attention.
“Well, you certainly caught my eye.”
Mud stopped and spun about, trying to hide a roll of tissue behind his back. There, near the shallow end of the pool, stood the black cat. Her arms were casually crossed behind her back. The pale, blue light emanating from the water cast waves of light over her curvaceous form and cast sinister shadows across her face. The silver pentacle at her neck sparkled.
“Uh, what?” It was as if she’d read his mind. A roll of previously-thrown paper dropped to the ground behind him.
“Looking for attention and not sure how to ask the girls out?” she asked. A slender smile threatened to creep its way across her short, black muzzle. “Or are you actually a six-year-old in disguise?”
The doberman blushed and stepped forward. “Look, I don’t know what you think—”
“I think you’re behaving like a little kid,” she interrupted. “And need to be taught a lesson.”
He crossed his arms and frowned, looking down at her. Idly, he kicked some pool water in her direction. “By you? I’d like to see that.”
Without saying anything, she pulled something small and round from behind her back and threw it at him. Instinctively, he ducked, but not fast enough. The water balloon burst against his shoulder and splashed over his shirt and shorts.
“Hey!”
The black cat laughed and turned to run back towards the house.
Mud, feeling more embarrassed than before, sprinted after her. He wasn’t sure exactly what he’d do if he caught her but he knew that if she got into the house, she could call campus security. He hitched up his shorts and took a quick left at the shallow-end to follow her. She wasn’t going into the house. Instead, she was staying near the pool.
“This isn’t a game!” he shouted, forgetting his desire for silence.
“I know,” she called back. “It’s punishment!”
He continued to run after her, getting closer as she neared the deep-end. He panted and snarled. Chill from the night air and the water in his clothes sent a shiver down his spine.
The cat started to pull away and he felt as if she must be some sort of trained sprinter to keep ahead of him so well. He redoubled his efforts and tried to catch up.
Sindra looked back over her shoulder and smirked. She actually looked like she was slowing down, yet Mud still was having trouble closing the gap. His breaths were short and the cool tingling in his spine had spread to his limbs and flesh. His stomach did a few small flip-flops and, sporadically, felt like it was falling. He straightened his loose muscle-shirt and rounded the deep-end after the cat.
She was jogging instead of running now but still keeping ahead; something was amiss about her, about the pool, about everything. He was trying to place his finger on it when, embarrassingly, his shorts slipped off his hips and down around his ankles, tripping him.
He fell with an “Oof”.
The tingling chill inundated his body and the falling sensation returned.
He lifted himself up, palms spread against the poolside tile, and blinked. It felt like the tile was spreading out beneath his hands. The rest of his clothing—his shirt, socks, and shoes—seemed as strangely loose as his pants. He looked up and saw his prey had stopped and was looking back. He blinked. She looked huge! He knew she was just a short thing, only about five-foot-four, but she seemed at least a foot taller than him.
“What th’—?”
She sauntered through the shadows, the light from the pool sufficient to show that he was, indeed, correct:  she was taller. He pushed back onto the balls of his feet and rose. His eyes barely came up to her ample chest. Confusion covered his face.
“Well, if you’re going to act like a child, maybe you should have the height of one.”
“...Height of a child?”
“Or smaller.”.
Reality dawned. He looked around frantically. Through the shadows, everything looked larger. He looked down at his muscular, lean frame and saw his clothing hanging off his body.
“I…I’m shrinking!” he gasped.
“Smart boy.” The black cat loomed over him. His eyes were now below the level of her full figure and rapidly approaching that of her exposed belly button. “Sadly, not too smart.”
The world steadily grew larger as his body fell in on itself. He stumbled back away from her, eyes wide.
“It’s impossible! What … what did you splash me with?”
“Just water,” she said. Her yellow eyes stayed fixed on him as he backed away. She idly dipped one foot into the pool. “You know how some fabrics can shrink when you get them wet?” Abruptly, she kicked and splashed him again. “The spell I cast on you when you first came into the yard made your whole body like that.”
As the chlorine-scented water hit him, he felt the tingling in his body surge and his reduction speed up.
“Spell?”
Her belly button rose above his eyes as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts. Three feet came and went and he neared half the black cat’s height.
“You … you can’t do that!” he continued.
“Sure I can, tiny,” she purred. She kicked more water at him making Mud yelp and jump back. “I’d have thought it was obvious by now.”
He stumbled out of the last remnants of his clothing, his socks falling off his paws. He swallowed, hard. She’d not advanced on him, letting him back away. He was getting smaller and smaller, the distance between them appearing to increase while still being negligible.
“You’ve got to stop this!” he shouted. His voice had risen in pitch as his vocal chords shortened.
“Why? You’ve been playing pranks on my sisters and I for some time, I gather. Wasn’t it you who signed us up as a clothing donation drop-off point for the Seventh Street Homeless Shelter?”
“Uh...”
“And who could it have been leaving a flaming bag of crap on the front step?”
“But...”
“And then there have been the disappearances of my bras from the clothes line, here, in the back yard. I saw you take those.”
His ears sagged and he gulped.
“It … those were just jokes!” he stammered.
“Yes,” she said. “And so is this. You’re just the punchline.”
He continued to shrink, the water on his body seeming to sink into his fur and skin. She finally resumed walking forward as he dwindled past the height of her knees. With a high-pitched yelp, he turned to run.
He didn’t get far.
Huge hands descended around him, lifting his paws off the ground. He struggled as the fingers, each the size of his thighs, curled around his arms, pinning them to his sides. A foot tall came and went as he got smaller and smaller and smaller.
“Let me go!”
She turned him around and licked her lips, menacingly. Arching a brow, she looked amused at his tiny, shrinking body. “I don’t think so,” she mused. “Y’know, I’ve been looking for a pet to experiment on. My last hamster vanished after I gave him a bath.”
Her words sent a chill through him that had nothing to do with the water or dwindling sensations.
“But I’m a grown man!”
She shook her head as he shrank past six inches and kept going.
“Oh, no:  you’re no man. You’re a pet, at best. A mouse, perhaps.” She grinned down at him as five inches evaporated into four. Her sharp teeth glistened in the glow of the pool and filled his horizon. “And cats love mice,” she purred.
Three inches tall slowly crept by into two where his shrinking stopped. From behind the giantess, a voice called.
“Sin? Sin! What are you doing out there?”
She tucked the tiny doberman into her cleavage and adjusted it, slightly before turning around. The walls of fur and flesh pressed inwards around him, tightly.
“Not much,” she called back. “I thought I saw a big shadow prowling around out here, but I guess he got scared off.” She spared a glance at the tiny doberman beneath her chin and winked. “There’s nothing big, here, any more.”