“What do you mean I’m too small?” Pryor growled, crossing his arms and stamping a hoof on the kitchen counter.

The Dalmatian/husky hybrid shrugged. “Exactly what I said, you’re too small. I can’t afford to take you on this trip with me. You might end up getting lost.”

With a jump and a wing flap, the winged deer rose into the air and hovered in front of Bomba’s face. “What? Lose me? I’m not your iPod. I can handle myself just fine.”

“Well maybe I just want a break from having you on my shoulder all the time. You keep ordering me around, so I just need some time alone, alright?” Bomba said as he reached out and snatched the mini deer out of the air. Pryor could tell the dusky was totally not in the mood for Pryor’s shenanigans because of how hard he was squeezing him. Especially since today was supposed to be an alone day with his otter.

“I’m not small! I’m the perfect size!” Pryor yelled as he struggled to free himself. But the paw was too strong for a deer his size. The dog’s paw unceremoniously shoved him inside of a small cage, and shut the door. He huffed and brushed his white fur off, recovering from the indignity to scrape together his pride.

“Just stay there for a while, okay? I’ll be back later,” the dusky said over his shoulder. He heard the keys getting picked up and the shutting of the front door. So Bomba thought he was too small to come along huh? That wasn’t true at all, he was perfect. Not to mention putting him into the cage once more... that dusky knew how much he hated this thing. This prison was so undignified, absolutely not meant for someone of his royal figure at all. It was time for a little lesson in how perfect winged deer are. Pulling out a tiny cell phone, the deer dialed up a close friend. He tapped his hoof on the plastic bottom of the cage’s floor as the dial tone rang.

When the person on the other end finally picked up, he said, “Hey, it’s Pryor. Yeah, I know, hold your applause, I know I’m amazing. Just wanted to give you the go ahead. Time to get some revenge on Bomba. You know the plan.”

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Bomba sighed heavily as he walked through the front door. What a crazy night. That derpy otter just cannot handle himself sometimes. Maybe there was some sort of anti-derp school he could be sent to, just something to get his silliness down to manageable levels. After the otter forgot the way to the restaurant, squeaked and giggled all throughout the dinner, and derped on the way home about music, Bomba just wanted to relax for a while.

The house wasn’t much, but it was still a place to call home. The floor was a mess, just like normal. Clothes, food boxes, and video games cluttered the living room, and the bedroom and kitchen weren’t much better. It was a cozy house, with just enough room for one canine, one lazy fotter, sometimes a visiting otter, and the tiny deer that stayed in a cage in the corner of the living room.

Or at least, that’s where he was supposed to be staying. For some reason, today the deer was missing. The cage door hung open, and the white furred being was nowhere to be found. With a groan, Bomba looked around the living room, hoping to find him easily and quickly. That little guy was pretty devious sometimes, so he didn’t want Pryor out and about for too long. God forbid he should try to get some sort of revenge plot going again for some terrible wrong done against him. Last time that happened, it took forever to get the deer back down to his regular size, and the cops weren’t very happy with having to deal with the giant sized deer’s fun around town.

“Pryor, where are you? You’re not supposed to be out of the cage. I put you in there for a reason when I left,” the dusky said. He walked into the kitchen and flicked on the light switch. Sitting on top of the counter was a knocked over box of cereal, with two small legs sticking out of the box. Of course that’s where the little guy would be. Maybe the food bowl wasn’t full earlier or something.

Grabbing the box, Bomba gave a rough shake to it and poured out the contents, watching the albino deer tumble out onto the counter. “Well? What have you been up to Pryor?” Bomba asked, narrowing his eyes expectantly.

“Oh hey there! Glad to see you’re back, I’ve been very busy, not to worry. All sorts of important royal duties to carry out. And I needed to take care of myself. Did you see the filth that you put into that cage as my ‘food?’ Absolutely disgusting. So I had to take control of things and feed myself. Surely you don’t mind?” Pryor asked, grinning at the much larger dusky in front of him as though he had a dirty secret.

“You’re up to something,” Bomba stated matter-of-factly. “You never get that evil smile unless you’ve done something.” His distrust was well placed. In an instant, the dusky suddenly felt a tingling sensation spread through his whole body.

“I may have called in a favor from Alkali,” the deer said with a smirk. He flew down onto a step stool on the ground to get a better view of the effects, grinning up at the canine.

It didn’t take long for Bomba to realize exactly what Pryor meant. It started with the deer appearing to get closer and closer to him, like the stool was being lifted up to his face. The reality of the situation was exactly the opposite though; his face was getting closer to the stool because he was shrinking. The hat on his head started to flop over into his face, so that Bomba had to throw it on the floor. Only a few seconds earlier that had fit perfectly.

The dusky stared maliciously at Pryor. “Just how small are you going to make me?” he asked through his teeth.

“Small enough.”

“Small enough for what?”

Pryor chuckled. “I think you know ‘what.’ You’ve been small plenty of times to know ‘what’ I mean.”

It was true. Bomba was definitely used to being a mini dusky. Between his size changing powers and Alkali’s science experiments it was a becoming a weekly occurrence that he’d find himself shrunken and abused. The sense of vertigo that used to accompany the height loss didn’t even faze him anymore. He sighed as the tiled floor turned from room sized to landscape sized. The shrinking finally slowed, and he guessed he was around the same size as Pryor now. Which would have made him half a foot tall at the most.

“Great, you made me the same height as you. That’s not gonna do you much good is it? You’re not so strong that you can get revenge on me in a fair fight,” Bomba said.

“This isn’t going to be a fair fight,” Pryor responded, looking down upon him from on his stool. “In fact, this fair fight is going to be decidedly unfair. It won’t even be much of a fight at all.” With a flourish he brought out a thimble from behind his back and swirled it around, mixing up whatever liquid was inside it while spilling a few tiny drops as well.

He tilted his head back and chugged the entire cup. Bomba’s eyes widened in shock, and the deer screwed up his face in disgust and tossed the thimble behind him. “Tastes almost as bad as that slop you call my food,” he mumbled. But despite the bad taste, he soon began to rise up into the air.

Bomba wasn’t sure what he expected to happen as part of the deer’s revenge, but growth was definitely not part of those expectations. Pryor normally didn’t get huge, preferring to stay at his perfect mini size. So this must’ve been really something special. Maybe listening to his complaints about the food would’ve been a good idea... or letting him out of the cage more often.

Too little too late now though. Pryor’s growth continued for a few seconds, going much faster than the shrinking Bomba had dealt with a few moments ago. The speed of the change caught the deer off guard and he tripped off the back of the stool, falling on his stubby deer tail. Even while he was sitting down Bomba needed to look way up to his face. The deer was starting to smirk, and Bomba knew that smirk. It never ended well for him.

He brought his spotted tail between his legs and started to back up. He watched Pryor get up to his full, very intimidating height of 6 feet tall. Then he sped up his backward steps... and eventually turned entirely to run. There wasn’t much distance he could cover at this size though; all the cracks in the tiles and crumbs on the floor were much more perilous to avoid.

The canine could hear the clapping of hooves on the floor as Pryor approached from behind. Bomba was almost at the door to the living room before fingers blocked his path and forcefully wrapped around his body. He barked in surprise and started struggling against the grip. Wind rushed past his face as the floor got further and further away, and his view was instead replaced with that of an evil, albino deer.

“Where are you going? The bedroom isn’t over there,” Pryor said with a wink. Bomba wasn’t ready for something like this. He knew just the sort of awful things that his normally tiny friend could get up to if he was allowed to have his way. Suddenly the struggle to escape took on a more panicked tone.

Through the bedroom door and onto the bed, Bomba still was unable to escape. He fell from up high in the deer’s hand onto the soft bed comforter. Pryor loomed above him, smirking down at the tiny spotted creature.

“Hmm, what exactly should I do first?” he said with mock thoughtfulness. He turned around and put his hand up to his chin, humming to himself. Bomba looked way up at the deer tail and butt that was right in front of him, white and rounded like two perfect, firm globes.

“Ohh, I know! You’re gonna love this,” Pryor said as he started sitting down. The white wall of fur started taking up more and more of the dusky’s view, hiding the malicious gleam in the deer’s eye.

“Wait wait, don’t do it Pry-“ Bomba started but was quickly cut off by the thud of the giant deer placing his rump directly on top of his friend. The world was much warmer and more humid now, with white fur covering up his entire body as he was squashed between the softness of the bed and the unyielding deer butt above. He squirmed to get himself as comfortable as he could, seeing as chances were good he’d be stuck there for a while. Bomba could barely move himself around at all though. The weight of the deer on top of him was oppressive, though not entirely unpleasant seeing as Bomba definitely enjoyed his share of rumps.

The mini dusky yipped though as the furred world above shifted him toward the crack between the two cheeks now. He found himself face up on the bed, with a prison of warm fur on either side of him. As hard as it had been earlier, it was even more difficult for him to move around now. The entire musky weight of Pryor was focused on top of him, and Bomba could tell the deer was definitely enjoying it as the tail just above his position twitched back and forth happily.

Pryor wiggled himself upon the bed, getting comfortable as he planned to sit down for a while and enjoy the squirms of the dusky underneath his butt. He wasn’t sure yet just how long the potion would last. For however long it ended up being, Pryor planned to enjoy each second. He wiggled back and forth, listening for the growls and yips that signaled his toy’s movements. This could really be quite enjoyable; each little movement of Bomba’s furred body was like a tiny massage against his butt. Pryor could definitely see why Alkali liked being the big guy on top of the dusky.

But as much as Pryor was enjoying it he wasn’t completely heartless. He stood up and looked behind at his butt, noticing the comically squished dusky still stuck in his fur, probably dizzy from the experience. Despite all the torture he’d just put Bomba through (and the plenty of torture yet to come), he could also see the tiny spotted tail wagging just a little bit. Bomba wouldn’t admit it out loud but he’d definitely enjoyed the experience.

Just then, an unexpected wave of nausea hit the deer’s stomach, causing him to stumble back. This time the deer’s concern was honest too. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Growth potions didn’t have any extra side effects. It’s not like he had taken an over the counter drug or something; the potion had one job and it was only supposed to do that. Maybe Alkali gave him the wrong potion or something.

“Ooo... I don’t think I feel so good...” Pryor mumbled and sat back down on the bed. Bomba had only an instant to escape a second flattening, which wasn’t enough time to get free from being stuck against the butt. He sighed in resignation as he felt the familiar pressure pushing against him again. He wondered if there might be any way that he could enjoy this situation for himself, so long as he were going to be sat on for hours on end.

But Bomba’s concern shifted when he felt an ominous rumbling resonate through Pryor, followed by movement of his fur on top of him, and a quickening increase in the deer’s weight, almost as though he were growing again. The bed creaked and groaned, eventually giving way to a large thump onto the wooden floor. And as the white, furry rump spread out and expanded above, he could hear the sound of antlers scraping against the ceiling.

The growth potion wasn’t finished yet.

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The deer looked over his shoulder and smirked maliciously at the dusky. Bomba was nestled completely underneath one of the deer’s butt cheeks, unable to move more than a squirm and trying to pull himself out with a free paw. The potion Pryor had used was much, much more powerful than it was supposed to be. Maybe Alkali hadn’t meant to give him this particular one. Could have been meant at one point for his own macro adventures, but now Pryor was enjoying himself with it instead.

Right now the albino deer wasn’t too worried about the specifics of the potion. Whatever the reason, he now found himself at 100 feet tall after an hour’s worth of growth, smooshing a building as he sat on top of its roof. The skyscraper wasn’t made to handle that much deer, and the sides of the building had been either knocked away already or were cracking under the weight. Pryor chuckled and wiggled his butt lightly.

Underneath that crushing rump, Bomba was absolutely livid. Just as soon as he got out from here, that deer was really in trouble. First being shrunk, then getting stuck underneath the deer as he grew even larger than the potion should have done? It was too much to bear. Even now that his own potion’s shrinking effects had worn off, Pryor was so much larger that it didn’t matter.

Bomba huffed and grumped as he continued attempting his escape, when he suddenly noticed a trembling on top of him. Oh, no way. Not again. That meant Pryor was going to grow again. And who knew how large he would end up this time. The canine whimpered helplessly as Pryor chuckled again and spread his wings wide.

“Thanks again Alkali, you really did outdo yourself this time!” Pryor boomed gleefully. Bomba’s ears perked in surprise, and then flattened in annoyance. So it was all Alkali’s fault? Ugh, of course that otter was to blame. He liked giant deer way too much.

There was gonna need to be some punishments for both the deer and otter once this ordeal was finished. Bomba continued his struggles, but didn’t expect much at this point. Revenge had definitely been served, and Pryor was definitely not too small now.