�Those bitches narced on us at school about the cigarettes. So we need to make them pay��
�But Tom, don�t we mess with them enough? Just last week you tossed cola in Rita�s fur��
�WHAT!!!� Tom hollered then quickly ducked down into the bushes.
Both young furs sat absolutely still while someone appeared out of the front door. They could barely see the 4ft mouse fur as she walked onto the porch flashing a light into the yard. After a few moments of searching the young lady went back into her home.
Tom carefully crept over to his friend and grabbed a shoulder, �What is your problem tonight Jason? Normally you love giving those rat whores what they deserve.�
�Sorry man but I�ve heard stories about them. It kind of freaks me out.�
�Stories? What stories?�
Jason crept a little closer and talked very softy, �Do you remember Ricky Sess?�
�Yeah he was the kid that jumped off the school gym last month. The news said the police were about to charge him in that rape case.�
�Well what they didn�t release was the girl�s identity. Dude it was Rita�s sister!�
�So what are you saying? She pushed him off the roof?�
�Dude there have been rumors floating around that Rita and her friends practice black magic. And the witnesses at the gym said that Ricky was in a trance when he jumped. When they found his body there was a pentagram etched in the forehead!�
�Oh come on Jason that�s a load of shit. Who told you that?�
�My brother. He overheard the detectives talking down at the station when��
�Your brother the janitor!� Tom exclaimed and quickly put his voice in check again.
�Yeah my brother the janitor that works at the POLICE STATION! He hears all the gossip from the cops� �
�HELLO BOYS!� A dark figure announced from behind.
Tom turned around just in time to see a small object fall on the ground next to him. It exploded into a cloud of gas and then everything went dark.
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�Ooohhh� What was that?� Tom moaned as his eyes crept open.
The teenage fur rolled over but couldn�t stand up at first. His head was throbbing and the room seemed to be spinning. Once the disorientation passed nothing seemed right.
He was in a strange room full of giant furniture. Everything was 10 times normal size right down to the carpet. There was a bed, closet, dresser, small table with two chairs, and nightstand. It appeared to be a bedroom. A gigantic door and window were the only obvious ways out.
Tom began to walk towards the closed door hoping to be able to craw under it. However before he could reach it the huge barrier swung open.
At first this seemed to be just the thing he needed. But the cat fur was soon whining in horror as someone walked in. Although pure size was enough to terrify Tom�s heart skipped a beat when he realized just who this titan was.
�Hello Tom!� Rita announced triumphantly.
Reality immediately settled in. He wasn�t in a giant room at all. Somehow Rita had shrunk him down to the size of a coffee cup! He never felt so helpless in his life.
But at that moment there was only one thing to do, run! A brief fear driven sprint ended with him being slammed into the carpet. A moment later something large and soft engulfed his body. The object felt like a giant leather pillow but he knew better.
�Time for your first lesson.� The giant announced from above.
Tom let out a painful yelp as his captor applied a light amount of pressure. Then she started to drag him back and forth on the carpet.
At a size of only about six inches the carpet�s threads brushed up against his body painfully. The course fibers scraped the skin below his fur leaving brutal brush burns. Despite desperate cries for mercy this lesson lasted almost 2 minutes, although it felt like much longer.
Once his captor was finished Tom limped over to dresser fighting for balance. Unfortunately the metal handle he grabbed for support set off a strong static electric shock. After that all the beaten fur could do was lie on the floor crying.
�Why are you doing this?� Tom whimpered weakly.
Rita bent down, �Why? Well let�s just say that you needed to be taught some manners.�
�Manners? All I was going to do was playing��
�PLAYING!� Rita growled and gave him a sturdy poke with her toe, �You and your punk friends have been tormenting me and the girls for years. As if teasing and hair pulling weren�t bad enough. But being shoved into a locker was going way too far! Not to mention HAVING FOOD TOSSED IN OUR FUR. All for what? Because we�re mouse furs and your cat furs? Cat and Mouse??? Well the tables have just been turned buddy!�
�But how did you do this?� Tom asked.
The mouse fur ignored his question and stormed out of the room. It appeared that his lesson was over for now. Although Tom wanted to attempt another escape his aching body wouldn�t allow it. Rita hadn�t broken any of his bones but the brush burns hurt like hell. All he had the strength to do was curl up into a ball and try to endure the pain. It wasn�t long before he passed out again.
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A bright light overhead awoke Tom. Once his eyes focused it was apparent that he was still in that horrible room. Only this time Rita wasn�t alone.
�Is that Tom?� Amy, Rita�s best friend, asked curiously.
�Yeah. I thought it was about time to teach this punk some manners.� Rita replied proudly.
Amy bent over and snatched Tom up in her hand. She lifted him up to her face for a closer look.
�He actually looks kinda cute like this.� The mouse fur announced while inspecting his miniature body.
�Yeah he does. Perhaps I should keep him as a pet.� Rita replied playfully.
Tom�s heart sank as he thought of that option. A life of dependence on a teenage girl that hated him. What an awful prospect!
�Nah!� Rita announced, �To much trouble. If he doesn�t learn some manners before the potion wears off I�ll just squish him and flush the carcass down the toilet.�
�Eeeewww! That�s gross Rita.� Amy replied and placed the terrified cat on the floor.
�Gross. Oh it would just be like stepping on a bug. Well let�s play a game of spades. I�ll show you my new deck, they got ducks on the back.�
Rita walked over and sat down at the table. She pulled out a new deck of cards from a drawer and started to deal to Amy. However after a moment her attention fell on Tom again.
�Get over here kitty.�
Slowly Tom walked over to the table. Once next to the chair Rita swung one of her paws over. Carefully she used it to guide him over to her other paw.
�Lay down.� Rita ordered.
Tom did as told. A moment later Rita laid her right paw on top of him. She didn�t apply any pressure but the foot�s nature weight kept him pinned to the floor.
�My paws are sore from cheerleader practice. So start rubbing!�
While the girls chatted about school Tom worked knots out footpads above him. Other than a few sighs of relief, Rita paid no more attention to him. His only purpose at that moment was to pamper her feet.
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Over the next few weeks Tom was forced into a routine of worshipping Rita. She would come home from school, take a shower, and then go do her homework. While working at the table he would massage the mouse�s paws until suppertime.
Once they ate Rita would make him repent for all of the jokes pulled on her at school. Afterwards Tom would rub his master�s feet in bed until she dosed off. Finally he would find a quite place to curl up on the floor and cry himself to sleep.
Throughout the weeks of hell Tom tried to escape several times. However the window couldn�t be reached and he was too large to get under the door. Plus if Rita caught him in the attempt it would be the carpet treatment.
Despite the penalties for getting caught, Tom never gave up on escape. Night after night he would try to think of ways to get away. Then one evening Tom saw an opportunity he couldn�t pass up, the bedroom door was left open. Realizing that another opportunity like this may not come again he decided to make a run for it.
Quickly the miniature cat climbed down the blankets onto the floor. Once down, he made a dash to the door. As he ran it seemed to be getting closer and closer. He was going to make�
SLAM!!!
Before he could react Tom was slammed face first into the carpet. He hollered out in pain as Rita began to drag him along the course fibers.
After several minutes of the carpet treatment Rita finally stopped. Tom felt like his whole body was on fire and she stilled looked pissed.
�What a shame, I was just starting to like you Tom. But now I suppose it�s time to end this.�
As the sole of Rita�s paw lowered down Tom screamed. This was it, time to die. So as he felt his body slowly compress the defeated fur accepted his fate. It didn�t take long for everything to turn black and then�
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A bright light and soft voice arose Tom from his slumber. Was he dead?
�Tom� Tom��
He forced his eyes open and looked up, �Jason?�
�Yeah man you look like shit.� His friend replied.
Slowly shock starting to sink in as Tom realized he was alive. He also was back outside in the bushes in front of Rita�s house, right were it all started. The grass, trees, and everything else was the right size. He was normal again!
�Dude what was that?� Jason asked rubbing his head.
�What???�
�That gas?� Jason replied and looked at his watch, �Dude we�ve been out for two hours!�
Tom climbed to his feet and rubbed his head. Was it all a dream? His body ached horribly but that could just be a side effect of the gas. And he was in that bedroom for weeks� Either way it was time to make a strategic withdraw.
�Let�s get out of here!� Tom announced and helped his friend up.
As both boys started down the sidewalk they noticed Rita sitting on her porch. The mouse fur had her feet propped up on the banister and was curling her toes. She gave them a mischievous smile and waved.
�There she is Tom. Let�s get her!� Jason announced.
Tom reached over and grabbed his friend. �No.�
�But dude two hours ago you wanted to��
�Let�s just get out of here!� Tom reemphasized and started back down the sidewalk.
Jason rushed to catch up to his friend bewildered, �What was that all about?�
�You wouldn�t believe me if I told you dude. But that�s one bitch I don�t think we should be messing with anymore.�
Acknowledgements: Although this story is an original Johnman, it was commission by tinynikki based off a story idea of his. Also since this was a commissioned work, tinynikki has my permission to post this story provided no changes are made to the text of the story.