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Virgil walked hurriedly down the sidewalk. Many different emotions running through his mind. Anger, sorrow, and strange feelings of guilt and desire that he just couldn't shake. He gently rubbed the outside of Ryan's pocket and felt the tiny lion rubbing his finger back. The mouse gave a slight smile but that quickly faded when the guilt took over. Virgil didn't understand, what was there to be guilty of?

The mouse continued down the street going through a few alleys. Tim's house was a quite the distance from his own, and all he wanted to do right now was get home. But luckily, Tim's place was close to another friend of Virgil's. The mouse turned off of the sidewalk and approached the door of the two-story suburban-style home in which this friend resided. Virgil gave Ryan a little gesture meaning "shush" before ringing the doorbell.

"Just a second!" called Vincent in his usual flamboyant tone. Vincent slipped on his pair of flip-flops before moving quickly to the door. When he opened it he was pleasantly surprised to see the short 5'1" mouse-morph standing on his doorstep. Vincent leaned against the door frame, "Well well well, what do we have here? I knew you couldn't resist me for long hon." he said with a wink.

Virgil rolled his eyes at the tall 6'3" otter, "Vinny, I just need a ride home."

"Oh..." replied the otter with obvious disappointment, "Okay, I can't say no to you." He ruffled Virgil's head-hair and gabbed his keys out of the key-bowl next to the door. "Lets go mousey."

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Tim looked at a section of the book labeled "Forbidden". He was sure there was something in there that would help him get back at Ryan and get his best friend back on his side. The section was sealed with a weird looking wax seal, but something like that wasn't going to deter him. Tim reached forward and attempted to break the seal but a green-looking electric shock put a stop to that idea, "OW! Son of a bitch!" Tim's hand shot back, "What was that!?" Suddenly the world around him started to grow, slowly at first, but soon Tim found himself on a field of wood miles in diameter. He stood there shocked for a moment, but than shrugged and started waving his hand around, performing the mystical gestures that would have him at his original height in no time. He might not be able to actually grow larger, but he could return to normal size. Tim stopped gesturing and his eyes widened, something was wrong. He couldn't feel any magical energy at all. 'This could be bad...' He thought to himself.

The door to Tim's room opened and the now miniscule iguana heard the sound of two pairs footsteps resonating from the stairs. "Timothy Johnathon Burgess! Do not tell me you tried to open the seal!" Tim wasn't too afraid when he heard his grandmother's booming voice, in fact he was almost relieved. As she always did, she would yell a bit, but leave him alone soon after. He was her favorite after all.

"Where is he at?" Said another voice, this time deep and distinctly male, "It's been awhile since I've seen my little cousin." it said partially as a joke.

"Aw man..." Tim said to himself. The voice belonged to his cousin Ike. A muscle-bound iguana, that worked as a security guard in the city a few miles away. Ike wasn't a bad person, he was actually quite a friendly guy and a law abiding citizen. But maybe that's why Tim didn't really like him. He was too good for Tim's taste; always trying to keep him on the up and up.

"There you are, how you doin' cuz?" Tim whipped around and saw Ike's face level with the stool he was standing on. Ike was around twenty-five miles tall compared to Tim now. Needless to say he looked quite intimidating; even to Tim who knew Ike wouldn't hurt him.

"H-h-hey Ike, how's it g-goin'?" Tim said, backing away from the giant in front of him.

"Timothy!" shouted his grandmother, Elizabeth, "You are in a lot of trouble Gyermek." Elizabeth, although one-hindered and thirty-four years old, looked to be in her early forties. This, of course, was the product of a powerful spell she cast at that age which stopped her from aging. Elizabeth stood up straight only looking down at Tim with her eyes. She slowly moved her left hand forward and up-turned her palm. Her right hand descretly moved in a circular motion and Tim floated up to her landing in her palm, jaw now agape. This was the first time he was ever the one being towered over at such a magnitude. It felt strange.

"Um... Hi Grandma..."

"Tim, why did you try to open the seal?"

"Y'know, just trying to learn about my history-"

"Oh don't give me that." interrupted Elizabeth.

"Tim," Ike said as he walked over to their grandmother, "We have reason to belive that you've been casting on outsiders."

Tim's eyes widened, "W-what makes you think that?"

Elizabeth raised Tim to eye level and squinted at him, "Tim, it's all over the news. Two students at your school have gone missing; both football players, both know bullies, both having disappeared under mysterious circumstances."

"You weren't careful enough Tim. You only attempted to cover up one of the disappearances, and all you did for that one was bust out his car windshield and push it into a lake." Ike interjected.

"Ike dear, could you take Tim to your house? I'm going to wait till his father gets home."

"Okay Grandma." Elizabeth handed Ike his little cousin who then cupped his hands around him and walked out of the door.

Elizabeth followed them up the stairs but stopped in the kitchen. Once her son got home, she would talk with him and figure out what to do next. She paced a bit, her heels clicking along the tile floor, before settling down in a chair putting her right leg over her left and crossing her arms. This could be quite the disastrous situation if not handled with care, and even the one-hundred thirty-four year old sorceress with the power to do almost anything she desired, was worried.

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"Well here we are, give me a call sometime huh?" Said Vincent as Virgil stepped out of the car.

Virgil smiled back at him, "Will do." The otter gave Virgil a quick wink before driving off.

"Master, who was that?"

"Oh, just an old boyfriend. We've been going on-off for a while." Vigil thought back and blushed, "Alright, lets get inside okay?"

"Okay Master." Ryan said, snuggling up against Virgil's chest.

Virgil walked in the front door, his father was at a business meeting so it was unlocked. The living room was empty, he guessed his mother was in the bath since she was just gardening. Virgil double checked, the bathroom door was locked so he was safe for at least another twenty minutes, Angie loved her bathes. Virgil set Ryan down on the kitchen table and dug around the cabinets for something to eat. Ryan meanwhile was calmly and obediently sitting down cross-legged on the table awaiting his master's next orders. He really did like not being in power for once in his life. "You like chocolate right?" asked Virgil as he pulled out a box of mini chocolate-chip cookies and sat down at the table.

"Of course Master." replied Ryan.

"Good," Virgil said pulling one out. It was as round as Ryan was tall, "Here." Virgil placed the cookie in front of his pet who began to nibble at it.

"Thank you Master!" said Ryan happily.

"You're welcome." Virgil said stroking Ryan's light-brown mane with one hand and occasionally eating a cookie with the other.

"Master, I'm full." Ryan's cookie wasn't even a sixth of the way done, but that was understandable considering his half-inch height. Virgil finished the cookie and picked Ryan up to cuddle him against his chest. Virgil sat there a moment looking down at the lion. He couldn't help thinking Ryan was cute.

Suddenly the guilt came over him again and he pulled Ryan, who was at this point snuggling up against him, off of his chest and held him in cupped hands. "L-lets head up to my room now."

"O-okay Master."

Virgil walked up the stairs and into his room. He placed Ryan on the bed and began to strip down to his underwear.

"Master, isn't it a bit early to go to bed?" asked Ryan.

"Yes..." said Virgil. The feeling of guilt subsiding, and being replaced with desire. Virgil picked up his lion, his 'want', and sat down on the bed. "Ryan..."

"Yes Master."

"Have you ever felt... a desire for someone that.. you know you shouldn't..?"

"W-w-well, I don't really c-catch your meaning..."

Virgil sat in indecision for what seemed like a long time, before quickly pulling Ryan in for a kiss.