"T-this is ridiculous!" The shrunken mastiff shrieked. "I know you know it's me an-"
The manor lord's words were cut short as the skunk butler once more raised his dress shoe over him with a wide grin. "Oh my, it's that pest again. Better get rid of it before the master returns."
"Oh dear, where could the counter-spell be?" The apprentice's giggles boomed.
The witch struggled in the ever-growing vastness of her own robes, dwindling fast as the rat apprentice slowly browsed the spell book with an obvious, knowing smirk.
Trustworthy students were hard to find...
"So, how is progress going on the treaty negotiation, madame president?"
Rolling her eyes, the lioness slid off her high heel. Within the steamy confines was an inch tall alien diplomat, still screeching untranslatable obscenities. She slid her foot back in. "Still a work in progress."
"Okay, we've definitely failed this quest." The ratfolk wizard said, seeing the damage the huge party had done to the town they were tasked to save with their 'growth' spell idea. "We might as well just have fun at this point."
"Way ahead of ya~" The tabaxi rogue stomped another house.
While the meal was delicious, the presentation had been...odd.
Chocolate mousse, but the doe had not been provided a spoon to enjoy it. Instead, white furred mink from the micro waitstaff was present to act as the dipping instrument. It was a bit too avant-garde for both their tastes.
Halting his chaotic stroll through the city, the dark clad mouse stopped to look under one of his mansion sized black boots. Trapped in the treads of the giant goths boots was a car, the panicked owner somehow alive in the semi-squished vehicle.
"You can't park there." The mouse joked.
"While I respect your right to leave, I'd like to stress the pros of staying." The president sighed, lowering her rear down towards the frantic tiny diplomat sent to break the news of their exit from the federation trapped on the lioness' seat. "For example, I couldn't do this to you~"
Their grouping had been carefully planned to cover all their bases, except this. The now puny party scrambled on the floor, hexed with a diminishing curse by a possum warlock. The wizard, only one among them who could dispel it, pinned under the cackling possums barn sized socked foot.
The groom's grip on the thick strand of the fishnet stocking faltered with each cataclysmic sway of the massive goat's hips, the caprid strip club dancer completely unaware that the micro bachelor had been stuck there on his inner thigh as a joke by his best man along with the 4$ tip...
"Look--I'm really sorry. I-I forgot my size stabilizers and uh-" The cougar said sheepishly, his huge body filling the now very cramped office floor as he stared back at his manager. "-a-am I fired?"
His manager stared back blankly at the 50ft feline intern. "W-we'll discuss it later."
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