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Chapter One

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Masayoshi awoke from a restful sleep with a sharp and persistent sensation of vertigo.

The red panda flailed his arms to the sides, slapping against thick cotton sheets that formed a sea around him. When he opened his eyes, that was all he could see. White cotton above and below and to every side, the light dimmed as it came through the rumpled sheet forming his ceiling. The only other thing nearby was a huge bundle of equally white linen just past his feet. He didn't notice the difference between the sheets and that bundle at first, until he squinted his bleary eyes and realized, to his befuddlement, that the linen was his underwear.

The underwear was bigger than he was, by a fair margin.

"What in the hells?" he mumbled, still half asleep and dizzy. Rubbing at his head, he rolled onto all fours, realizing now that he was fully naked, and crawled away from the pile of linen. The vertigo was still in full force, making Masayoshi stumble as he made his way toward a soft hillside ahead of him, half hidden with bedsheets. It was his pillow, the depression left by his head still fresh. He must still be dreaming, he realized, but this didn't feel like a dream. Then again, dreams oftentimes didn't until he woke up.

The skinny teenager clambered onto the pillow, still on all fours until he finally slipped past the upper fringe of his upper bed sheet. With unsteady footing, he stood up, squinting under the morning sunlight beaming over the head of his unnaturally oversized bed.

"By the gods!" a youthful voice cried out behind him, and Masayoshi spun around, only to lose his balance and plop down on his behind over the soft pillow. "It worked!"

Next to his bed stood his dorm mate, Lawrence, an excitable four-foot mouse. They'd been around the same height before. Now Lawrence towered over the red panda, the rodent's hands held up at his sides in triumphant disbelief, the sleeve of his oversized novice robes covering one completely.

"Lawri?" Masayoshi stammered. Abruptly he remembered he'd left his overgrown underwear behind, and hastily thrust his forearms between his legs, hugging his thighs around them to hide his privates from his roommate's view. They were friends, but not that sort of friends. "What... What happened?"

The mouse was practically quivering as he knelt down at the bed's side, leaning in over the other teen's pillow. "Ohh, I can't believe it! It worked! Yosh, you're tiny! How do you feel? Are you in any pain? Nauseous? It doesn't feel like any internal organs exploded, does it?"

The red panda leaned away from his friend's looming face, falling back over his thick cushion. "Wait..." He looked down over himself, then back up at the mouse's gleeful expression. "Did you cast a spell on me?"

Lawrence just nodded happily. "And. It. Worked!" he repeated.

"A shrinking spell?" Masayoshi exclaimed.

Another eager nod. "Yep! Master Jordinand left one of his tomes out, and I had to stay after class to help clean up. I read a page while he was distracted." Master Jordinand was the transmutation professor at Belleton College, head of one of Lawrence's many favorite classes.

Masayoshi frowned, growing from confused to incredulous to outright angry. "And you thought you should try it out on me?" Somehow his voice was the same pitch as normal, just a lot quieter. Part of the spell's properties, no doubt.

"Well, I didn't think it would actually do anything. That page was only part of the instructions, after all, and it's way more advanced than anything I'm supposed to cast, but I thought I had the gist of it, and once I started I was able to figure out the rest." He leaned forward even further, the pillow under the red panda rolling and bouncing when the mouse planted his hands on the bed to either side. "Just how small did I make you? You just kept shrinking the longer I channeled, so I tried to stop a little after you disappeared under your sheets, but I guess I held it longer than I meant to."

"Lawri, you need to change me back," the red panda complained, scooting away from his friend's oversized head. The mouse's warm breath gusted against his fur. "You shouldn't be playing around with that kind of advanced magic in the first place!"

"I know, I know," Lawrence said, not really paying attention. The rodent novice rolled up his sleeve and placed a hand right next to the shrunken panda, measuring Masayoshi up. The mouse's hand was almost as big as the tiny male. "I'd say...four inches. Holy crap. Are you sure you feel okay?"

Masayoshi was staring at the mouse's closest finger. It was skinny and nimble, but that finger was about as big around as the red panda's leg. "Y...Yeah. Just a little dizzy."

Lawrence just shot up to his feet again and jumped in place, thrusting a fist toward the ceiling with a victorious whoop of laughter that devolved into hysterical giggles. He spun a full circle before looking down at his shrunken dormmate again, covering his mouth with his paws. "Oh gods. Oh gods, I can't believe this." His paws dropped, and he bit his lower lip with an ornery grin. "Oh, I could get into so much trouble."

"A teacher's pet like you? You'll just get a slap on the wrist, maybe some detention." Masayoshi shook his head, his friend's excitement making it hard to stay mad. Awkwardly, he got back to his feet, careful to keep at least one paw covering his exposed sheath and balls while padding over the soft pillow toward the side of the bed. "You really do need to change me back, though. I've got sword dancing drills this morning." And he would be damned if he would miss a day of sword dancing. Lawrence had his favorite classes, and Masayoshi had his own. He slid down the side of the pillow, close enough to the bed's edge to feel a little nervous about the drop. "Cast the counter spell, Lawri."

The mouse glanced to the side, robes shuffling as he held his paws behind his head and bounced up and down on his toes. "Will you let me shrink you again later, when we both have some free time?" he asked. "I wanna practice this."

Masayoshi rolled his eyes, but took a moment to look around the room, everything twelve times as big as it should have been. It felt like he was in a vast cathedral, when there was barely enough room to walk between their beds and the desk they shared, normally. "Fine. So long as you're sure you're not going to botch the spell. It is kinda cool, I guess."

"Yeah, it is!" Lawrence nodded, ecstatic. "I'm glad you think so, too!"

Still all too aware of how naked he was, Masayoshi tapped his foot. "So... The counter spell?"

The rodent novice smiled down at him without moving for a couple seconds, then glanced to the side again. "So yeah, um... Here's the thing..."

The red panda felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. "You do know the counter spell, don't you?"

"That's restoration magic! I've never been as good at restoration."

Masayoshi frowned up at the towering mouse teen. "Yeah, well, you'd better get real good at restoration real quick!"

"And I didn't have time to see if Master Jordinand's tome had instructions for a cure." The mouse held up his hands apologetically.

The red panda blinked, his glower growing as he tilted his head. "So..."

The other teen shrugged. "So I don't have the first clue how to get you back to normal."

Masayoshi gaped. Then he stomped a foot, his indignance somewhat undermined by the paws he held in front of his naked lap. "Lawrence!"

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll find out how, I promise. I have another transmutation class after lunch today."

"After lunch? And what am I supposed to do until then? I've got classes of my own!"

"You've played hooky before."

"Not from sword training!" Masayoshi forgot himself and actually threw up his arms in exasperation, hastily shooting them down again when he realized what he'd just shown his roommate. He blushed furiously, but then, so did Lawrence.

They stared at each other awkwardly for a moment, then the mouse cleared his throat and licked his lips. "They'll forgive you one missed lesson. I'll even head over to the training ring early and tell them you won't be able to make it, that you ate something last night that made you sick or something."

The red panda groaned, looking around the room again. "I don't want to be cooped up in here all day, Lawri."

"You can't leave, though!" the rodent insisted, crouching down again to bring himself closer to the panda's level. "No one can see you like this. I don't want Master Jordinand to be angry with me."

"Even if you deserve it?" the miniature panda asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Lawrence had the good grace to look a little guilty, at least. "Look," he said, rolling a shoulder in a chagrined shrug. "Maybe I can take you around with me today, if you promise to stay out of sight. I bet you'll fit in one of my pockets."

The red panda gave his friend an incredulous look. "In your pocket," he repeated.

"You won't be bored, at least!" Lawrence moved a hand palm-up right in front of the panda's feet at the edge of the bed, and Masayoshi eyed it dubiously.

"I'll have to listen to all your professors drone on and on about magic and the natural and supernatural order." He looked up to find Lawrence moving his eyes back and forth pointedly between the tiny male and the mouse's palm, smiling encouragingly. With a sigh, Masayoshi stepped onto the other teen's paw, the lightly furred skin an unsteady floor even while holding still.

When Lawrence stood up again, the red panda stumbled back, flailing in surprise to catch one of his friend's fingers and falling against it, hugging it up against his chest. It left his private bits exposed, but that was better than falling to the hard wooden floor far below. "At least you'd have company," the rodent said, bringing him up close to the towering teenager's hopeful face.

Masayoshi was all too aware of his exposed crotch, but he didn't dare let go of the mouse's finger, curled up to give him a good handhold. "Lawri," he said awkwardly, feeling the weight of his friend's stare with those big eyes looming so close. "I'm, uh...kinda naked here."

The mouse blushed again, clearing his throat. "Ah, yeah. Sorry about that. I wasn't sure if the spell would shrink your clothes, too." He didn't look away, though, so the red panda turned to the side, trying to cover himself up by lifting a toned thigh. Lawrence tried to pretend not to notice. "So, what do you say? Wanna be a pocket panda for the day?"

The panda rolled his eyes, but what were his options? He could stay behind and sneak out once the mouse left for classes, try to find a professor and get himself back to normal. But that would mean braving the college's halls and risking getting crushed underfoot. That, and he found he really didn't want anyone else to see him like this. "Whatever," he conceded reluctantly, then squeaked when his living platform swung through the air.

"Yes! This is going to be so much fun." Lawrence carried him across the huge yet small room, hefting his mage's staff in his free hand while lowering the diminutive teen. Masayoshi had expected to be riding in a pocket of the other student's robes, but instead, the mouse lowered him further, and by the time the red panda knew where he was going, it was too late. The rodent opened a pocket at the top of his trousers and tilted his hand, deftly rolling his roommate right inside. "Remember, don't let anyone see you." When Masayoshi peeked his head out of the pocket, the mouse planted a fingertip between the panda's ears and gently nudged him back inside.

Grumbling to himself, the shrunken panda sat down at the bottom of the pocket. It was dark in there, even more so when the skirt of the mouse's robe wrapped around the rodent's legs. It was a tight fit, too. Lawrence had some hips on him, and the trousers were formfitting, so Masayoshi's side was pressed flush with the top of the mouse's thigh, a thin barrier of cloth separating them. At least there wasn't anything else in the pocket with him. That's probably why Lawrence hadn't used a robe pocket; he tended to keep writing supplies in one and vials of weak potions in the other.

"All right!" the mouse said cheerfully. "Let's go get breakfast!"

***

Breakfast, as it turned out, was a single lettuce leaf wrapped around a tiny chunk of fried egg. Tiny under normal circumstances, anyway. For Masayoshi, it was a feast.

He listened in on the other students' conversations, getting a rush of excitement at spying on them from inside another teen's pocket. No one knew he was there. The outline of his body would have been easily visible, but Lawrence was always careful to keep a fold of his robe on top of that leg. So Masayoshi got to hear the usual chatter and gossip and taunting and complaining that went on the mess hall, even if he wasn't able to participate. It was kind of surreal.

The day was as boring as he'd feared, for the most part, but one thing did break up the monotony as Lawrence sat through his droning lectures. The mouse's fingers, starting in his first class, slipped into his pocket along with Masayoshi, as if to check that he was still there. It caught the red panda off guard, at first, and he backed away from the fingers in surprise, but then laughed silently at himself and reached out to touch the mouse's oversized fingertips. They didn't go away. While Lawrence took notes one-handed, his other paw ventured deeper into his pocket, and two fingers began rubbing lightly at Masayoshi's fluffy chest.

The red panda blushed, and he almost swatted the fingers away. Lawrence was petting him? Only...it felt kind of good. He had one finger between both of his paws, and the mouse went still, but with a self-conscious sigh, the panda let his arms fall to his sides, tucked against his body by the tightness of the trousers pocket. A moment later, the light rubbing started again.

It was just a casual petting, an occasional intrusion to let the panda know that the mouse hadn't forgotten about him, but in Lawrence's second lecture of the day, he let his paw linger there for a while, teasing over the red panda's shoulders and slender sides, scritching up underneath the tiny male's chin. "Dammit, Lawri," the panda whispered to himself. "I'm not a damned gerbil." Yet he still didn't push the finger away.

Lunch went by much as breakfast, and they were in Master Jordinand's class when the rodent's hand returned. This time, a single fingertip teased over the top of Masayoshi's head, then rubbed down past the back of his neck and pet over his shoulder blades. That felt especially good, so the red panda leaned forward, letting the fingers slip between his back and the pocket's fabric. He looked up through the pocket's gap and past his friend's wrist, but from what little he could see, the mouse had most of his attention on his feline instructor. So Masayoshi shrugged and leaned forward further, resting his hands on the other side of the pocket and pressing up into the unusual back massage. The nimble fingers rubbed and scratched from his neck to the small of his back, then up again, and he let out a quiet, content chirr.

That went on for a while before heavy foot paws padded closer to the mouse's desk, and Lawrence's hand slipped up and away to rearrange the robe's skirt above his passenger. Master Jordinand evidently liked to pace the aisles in the lecture hall, sometimes.

Giving himself a shake, and glad that his friend couldn't see his embarrassment, Masayoshi sat down again, feet braced against one corner of the pocket while he leaned back against the other side, arms propped behind his head. Stupid mouse, treating him like a pet.

The professor's footsteps returned to the front of the classroom, and the rodent's hand swept into the pocket again to try to pick up right where he'd left off. Unfortunately, since the red panda had moved, he had to reach further to find the tiny student, and his seeking fingers ventured off-course.

One of them planted itself right on top of the red panda's lap.

Gasping, Masayoshi tensed up, only then realizing that his member had partially unsheathed from all the rubbing. He grasped the fingertip in both paws, and it went just as still, only to feel a very evident twitch underneath it from that light pressure. At first confused, Lawrence pulled his finger back when he realized what he was touching, then awkwardly patted it against the panda's upper arm as if to tell him it was okay. Nonetheless, Lawrence pulled his hand back, and didn't try petting the panda again for the rest of the day.

"Shit," Masayoshi breathed, tucking his thighs together. As humiliated as he felt, he was rock hard, now. He tried to focus on the transmutation lecture, and it worked, his arousal softening and slipping back into his sheath the longer the class went on. But he still couldn't believe that had really happened. Lawrence had just touched his dick! They'd never even seen each other naked before, yet in the course of half a day, the mouse had gotten an eyeful and a good fondle in to boot!

He tried to shrug it off. It had been an accident. The rodent's reaction made that clear. Better to just pretend it hadn't happened.

The mouse didn't linger in his transmutation class after the lecture was over, so he must have gotten what he needed. Just one more class left, and they could get back to their room and the rodent could return Masayoshi to his proper size.

The red panda was confused, then, when the sounds of all the other students in the campus's halls and courtyards quieted, sounding muffled and distant. He could hear the quiet plink of dripping water, and a moment later, the musky smell made it clear where they were.

Oh no.

There was a shuffling all around the red panda as the mouse began loosening his trousers' laces. When Masayoshi peered up through the pocket's gap, he found Lawrence looking right back down at him. "Seriously?" the panda complained, making a face.

Lawrence was blushing furiously. "Sorry," he whispered. Then there was more rustling. The pocket bunched up and pinned down both of the panda's legs, but he could still see his mage friend's face high above him. The mouse looked down at him, then glanced back and forth between the tiny panda and something right next to him. "Uh... Could you, you know, not watch?"

"Unbelievable," Masayoshi muttered, but he ducked his head down as far as he could, regardless. He didn't need to see what the mouse looked like when he peed.

Everything was quiet for a few more moments, then a loud tinkling echoed up from somewhere below the red panda. This close, he could smell it, the scent of rodent urine filling his rumpled pocket, and he wrinkled his nose at the tangy musk. It didn't last long, at least, a few last plips sounding below before he was getting jostled around again, the mouse tucking himself away right beside the panda and tightening his laces again. Masayoshi thrust a finger up through the pocket's opening toward his friend's face. "Un. Be. Lievable."

"What? A mouse's gotta pee."

Fortunately, that was the last eventful thing to happen before Lawrence's final class of the day wrapped up.

Back in their dorm room, the mouse reached into his pocket and wrapped his paw around Masayoshi's torso, easily lifting him free and setting the red panda on top of their shared desk. "I'm gonna go grab some dinner, okay?"

The panda smoothed down a patch of ruffled fur on his arm. "You don't want to take me along for that, too?"

The mouse bounced slowly on his feet nearby, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck. "Yeeeah, I thought you might want some fresh air."

"You're not wrong. But dinner can wait. Go ahead and change me back."

"Yeeeah..." the mouse said again, and Masayoshi frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Lawri..."

The rodent held his arms up in front of himself defensively. "There were too many people in the lecture! I couldn't get close to Master Jordinand's books. I'll just have to try again tomorrow."

"Lawri, you can't just leave me like this all night!" Masayoshi started pacing back and forth on top of the desk, bushy tail thrashing behind him.

"You'll be fine!" the mouse assured him. "Look, I'll bring you back something to eat. You don't have to worry about a thing, I promise."

"Lawri," the red panda began, but the other teen was already trotting back out to the hall outside. "Lawri!"

Standing at the edge of the desk, the red panda stomped his foot, then seemed to deflate, plopping down on his soft backside. He couldn't even get down from the desk. It was more than two feet off the floor, fully six times his height. Maybe it wouldn't hurt him, as light as he was now, but he didn't want to put that to the test. Leaning to the side to peer over the edge, it looked like a sizeable cliff. Fully thirty feet, not just two.

He sprawled on his back with his limbs spread wide, first exasperated, then mortified when he realized that the entire brief time they'd been talking, he hadn't done a thing to hide his crotch from his friend's view.

His sheath twitched, and he pointed an accusing finger at it without lifting his head off the desk. "Don't you dare."

Grumbling, he got up and started pacing again. He shifted into a fighting stance and went through his hand to hand forms. He sat for a while, got up, then did them all again. Lawrence was taking his sweet time at dinner. After a while, Masayoshi was bored enough and worn out enough from his practicing that he decided to just flop on his back and take a nap. It took a while, as unsatisfied as his thoughts were, but eventually he managed to drift off.

***

He was half woken up by a quiet, rhythmic patting from somewhere behind him, but not enough to open his eyes. The red panda stretched his arms above him, arched his back, then rolled over, resting on his other side with his face propped on his forearm. The patting went away when he moved, and he started to think he'd imagined it until, a minute or two later, it picked back up again.

Masayoshi squinted an eye open without moving otherwise, and his breath hitched in his throat. He suddenly remembered everything that had happened that day, yet forgot about it all in nearly the exact same instant.

Lawrence was lying on his back on the mouse's bed, fully nude on top of the sheets, lit dimly by faint twilight coming in through the curtained windows, and had his hand wrapped around a cute, three-inch erection. The patting was the side of his wrist connecting with his balls over and over again as he jerked himself off. And what balls they were. Far larger than Masayoshi's, even if they'd still been the same height, the mouse's nuts were propped on top of the teenager's tucked-together thighs, absolutely dwarfing the modest, unsheathed member above them. They bounced slightly each time the rodent's hand patted down on top of them.

It was all Masayoshi could do to stay still, to not open both eyes wide with shock. Neither one of them had ever dared masturbate in their dorm room, at least not while the other was present. But the red panda was very careful not to open that one eye more than a sliver now.

Because while Lawrence jerked himself off, the oversized rodent was staring right at the shrunken panda on the desk. Masayoshi was still naked, his own balls and sheath propped forward in his lap with his legs tucked partway forward, but he couldn't cover himself up without letting the other teenager know he was awake.

But that's what he should do, right? He couldn't just keep watching. Only, how wrong could it be, when Lawrence was the one staring at him while stroking himself?

The masturbating rodent seemed far away to the panda, with the desk set at the foot of Masayoshi's bed. It let him take in the whole length of the mouse's pale body squirming slightly on his bedsheets. He'd always thought Lawrence was cute, though he'd never dare say so out loud. That wasn't something you told your roommate. Now, though...

Yes, Lawrence was cute. He was more than that, downright adorable. But he was also twelve times the red panda's height now, with a nearly spherical scrotum that, when Masayoshi really let himself study it, was wrapped snug around a pair of egg-shaped orbs that were each as big around as the red panda was tall. The front of that sack was steadily getting glazed with pre, Lawrence's paw covered with the stuff as he slicked it back and forth over his modest length.

The panda could smell the rodent's arousal. It filled the little room, a youthful, masculine musk that, like the size of the teen's sack, was a sharp contrast to his otherwise feminine build and quirky, playful personality.

Pat, pat, pat, pat, pat, pat, pat... Lawrence didn't seem to be in any rush, though he was breathing heavily. He never looked away from Masayoshi's supposedly sleeping form, either. Could he see the panda's blush? He must have liked what he saw, which was flattering, for certain. The red panda had never thought of himself as a sexual figure, neither handsome nor pretty. He was just himself. But the way Lawrence was looking at him, the way the mouse kept squeezing around his member... It was flattering, yes, but Masayoshi knew he should have been deeply offended. Looking at him naked was enough of an invasion of privacy, but this? This was even worse.

The panda had been facing the other way when Lawrence began, presumably. Sleeping deeply, Masayoshi's shortish tail would have been limp, fallen to one side and baring his rump to the mouse's view. Was that what had gotten the mouse started? Looking at the panda's black and red bottom? Did Masayoshi even have a nice bottom? He'd never examined it like that before. He wasn't quite as curvy in the hips as Lawrence was, but he supposed he was plumper than most below the tail.

The mouse was still watching him, though, so it must have been more than his rump that had the other student's attention. The red panda's whiskers twitched. He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, feeling narcissistic. It didn't matter what his friend liked about his form. He was never going to let Lawrence know that he'd woken up and seen this happening.

Breathing gradually more heavily, the mouse eventually reached down with his free paw and started fondling his ballsack. Well, one half of his ballsack. He couldn't even cup the whole thing in one hand. Kneading his fingers into the sensitive fur and flesh enough that Masayoshi could see the shadows shift and play on the stretchy hide, the mouse let out a whisper of a moan. Still he didn't look away, even when his back arched subtly and a long rope of rodent cum platted a wet stripe up the middle of his skinny chest. His orgasm hit him quietly, huge balls clenching visibly before each rope and string, and the entire time, he stared straight at Masayoshi. The mouse never even blinked.

The smell of all the semen made the red panda's nose twitch. He hoped the other teen didn't notice. Masayoshi kept his eye creaked open as his friend slumped down on the bed, panting and dropping his jiggly privates to let his arms flop to the sides. He stayed like that for a few minutes, cum-glazed shaft gradually going limp and retreating partway into his cute little sheath.

Lawrence brushed his hand across his chest, and it came up with a thick web of semen linking his palm and fingers to his body. The mouse made a face, propping himself up on his elbow, and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He glanced toward the desk and the miniature red panda laying on top of it, looking self-conscious and guilty now that his afterglow was fading. He shook his hand, but the cum stuck to his fur, just dangling in the air where it didn't stay linked to his torso.

With a sigh, the mouse stood up and plucked up his robe from the foot of the bed with his free hand, shrugging into it and hunching forward to keep the mess on his frontside from getting on the cloth. He spared one more glance toward Masayoshi, who kept pretending to sleep, then left the room, headed toward the wash rooms, no doubt.

Masayoshi sat up with a shudder, rubbing at his head with one hand. Had that really just happened?

This whole day had been so messed up.

When he got to his feet, he turned a slow circle on the desktop and found a single strawberry sitting on top of a spinach leaf nearby. His stomach did feel rather empty. He ran his hand down over his forehead and muzzle, groaning, and looked from the food over to his dormmate's empty bed. Taking a deep breath, Masayoshi ran his paw down his chest and belly, then wrapped his fingers around his own half-formed erection.

By the time Lawrence returned to the dorm room, the red panda was laying on his side right where the mouse had left him. The strawberry and spinach was still there, too, but unnoticed by the mouse, a tiny splash of panda jizz made a dark spot between the sleeping teenager and his untouched food.

***

When the mouse first stirred the next morning, Masayoshi was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the desk, paws palm-up on his knees. It was a meditation pose, but his eyes were open, looking at where his sword and scabbard were propped on the wall next to his bed. It was three feet of curved steel, a single-bladed eastern sword, with an undecorated brown leather sheath. A commoner's sword, but a solid one. And now nearly ten times as tall as Masayoshi was.

Lawrence sat up and yawned, wiping sleep from his eyes with his knuckles. His bed was behind the red panda now, but Masayoshi could hear him as he got to his feet, shuffling around with the clothing chest under his bed and getting dressed. "Morning," the mouse mumbled.

"Good morning," the panda replied bluntly.

"You sleep okay?" the mouse asked. "Sorry. I should have set a pillowcase or something on the desk for you to use as a bedsheet."

Masayoshi's small ears flicked, embarrassed as he recalled waking up last evening. What he said with a smirk, though, was, "I could have used a sock as a sleeping bag."

Lawrence snickered, but didn't say anything back to that, and when the panda glanced over his shoulder, he found the mouse's ears glowing with a blush, as well.

"You gonna magic me back to normal today?" Masayoshi asked. "People are going to start wondering where I am."

The mouse nodded. "Don't worry. Today's all practical implementation classes, so Master Jordinand's room should be empty most of the day. We'll sneak in during lunch and find that tome, and if we can't, I have a couple of other ideas."

"Oh?" The panda waited expectantly, and Lawrence shrugged with a grimace.

"None of them are very good. Just backup plans. But you don't have to worry about those; we'll get the book."

Masayoshi didn't have much choice except to trust his friend. "We?" he repeated. "You want to smuggle me around again today?"

"You can stay here if you want," the mouse told him, trying to look indifferent.

The red panda tried to look like he didn't care one way or the other, either, but he felt his face heat up a little. "I'd be more bored here than in your pocket."

He was rewarded with a broad smile and two happily perked ears from the mouse. "All right! You hungry at all? I slept in; we're gonna be late for breakfast." He glanced toward what was left of the strawberry on the desk next to the panda. Fortunately, Lawrence didn't seem to notice the tiny wet spot beside the fruit. It blended in with the juice stains.

"I already ate, thanks. But you can take me with you, if you want." Anything to get out of that stuffy room. Even if a pants pocket was even stuffier.

"Great! I want me some honey scones." Striding closer to the desk, his arm swept out, and he closed his fingers right around Masayoshi's chest, plucking him off the smoothly worn wood. The red panda yelped in surprise, and the mouse hastily loosened his grip, which just made Masayoshi grasp at the thumb over his chest for fear of falling. "Oh, sorry! I didn't squeeze too much, did I?"

The panda shook his head. "Just...caught me off guard." They looked at each other from inches away. Lawrence was holding him right up in front of the mouse's face, and he could see a pink tinge to the mouse's ears. He didn't know what was going through his friend's head to earn a blush, but just thinking of what could make the other teen's face flush brought a blush to his own, as well. Images from last night filled the tiny panda's head. He almost covered his groin with his hands again, but worried that that would only draw his friend's attention to where he didn't want it. The mouse had already seen them, after all, and was looking at Masayoshi's face right then, anyway, nothing else.

"Good," Lawrence finally said. "I don't want to hurt you." With that, he lowered the red panda down, his free paw holding his pants pocket open. Blue denim today, and an even tighter fit around the mouse's legs than yesterday's trousers. Even with the mouse's help, it was quite a squeeze to slip down into the small pouch.

As soon as the pocket's upper edge tucked over the red panda's ears, Lawrence set out for breakfast, rocking Masayoshi with each stride, his upper thigh warm against the tiny male's side. These pants fit a little differently, that much was clear. The pocket wasn't the same design. It sat almost perfectly over the front of the mouse's thigh, not the side.

As the rodent mage moved along the college's vast halls, scurrying to match the other students' pace, Masayoshi could feel a warm presence shifting next to him, rubbing and bobbing softly against his back. He'd positioned himself with his side against his friend's thigh, feet against the pocket's outer seam and back against the inner. The bottom of the pocket was angled slightly, longer on the outer side, and that was just the most comfortable position to sit in. But with his back to the mouse's inner thigh, he knew exactly what kept nudging him from behind.

He was rubbing up against his roommate's enormous scrotum.

After what he'd seen last night, Masayoshi wasn't even sure how Lawrence could walk straight with all that ball flesh between his legs. The mouse wore tight pants, yet Masayoshi had never once noticed the bulge of his friend's nuts before. They must have been looser under the crotch, and just snug around the legs. But there was no doubt about it. That was Lawrence's left testicle dancing behind the red panda's back, shifting forward in front of the mouse's thigh, bouncing back between them, then pushing against the panda again, over and over. He could smell it, now that he knew what to sniff for. Oh, mostly he just smelled himself and denim and lint, but there was the other teen's musk, too, every bit as potent as last night, with only thin barriers of cloth between Masayoshi and its source. He tried to move away from it, but was jostling around too much to get any traction inside the pocket, and was held too tightly to move much, anyway.

Then Lawrence sat down in the mess hall. The infernal pocket shifted with Masayoshi's slight weight in the wrong direction, slumping over the mouse's inner thigh instead of the outer. The constant pressure of the rodent's ballsack heated the confining pocket more than the panda had felt the day before, its weight constantly pushing against him.

He tried to twist himself about to climb up to the front of his friend's thigh, but that made the mouse tremble and instinctively squeeze his thighs together. With no room between them and nowhere else to go, Lawrence's sack squished upward, the left nut settling right on top of Masayoshi.

"You okay, Lawri?" the red panda heard from somewhere above them, another student's voice coming muffled to his little pouch between the mouse's legs.

"Uh, yeah. Just a chill, is all." Lawrence relaxed his legs again. The heavy nut slid down at Masayoshi's back, and he stopped trying to escape it. He couldn't shift the entire pocket from where he sat, and the entire pocket was what the testicle rested against.

The mouse must have been wearing some awfully thin underwear, as much as the panda could feel and smell that orb. And dammit, why did it have to smell good to him?

That's how he spent the whole day. Lawrence spent the morning and afternoon training, sometimes standing, sometimes sitting. It was better when he sat cross-legged, meditating, and Masayoshi enjoyed an entire hour of relief, but after that they were up and moving again, and he was rubbed once more against the side of his dormmate's scrotum. The entire time, he fought images from the night before, trying to keep them out of his head, but he'd seen it. He'd seen Lawrence naked and masturbating, and he knew exactly what the mouse's sack looked like, so he kept imagining exactly how it must look if he didn't have the pocket's cloth in his way, wobbling and shifting and jiggling all over the place.

When Lawrence finally carried him back to their room and pulled him out of his pocket, Masayoshi was very careful to keep his arms between his own legs, because he'd been sporting a semi-stiffy all day.

"No luck," the mouse told him, trying to look glum for the panda's sake. He couldn't completely hide the smile as he set the shrunken student back on the desk.

"No luck?" Masayoshi repeated. His legs cried out to stretch, but he kept them tucked against his chest to hide his arousal with his feet as he sat down in front of the looming mouse.

Lawrence shook his head. "Master Jordinand's room was locked. I should have expected that."

The red panda's shoulders slumped. "So I'm stuck like this for a whole 'nother day?"

"Don't worry. I told you I had some other ideas."

"You said they were bad ideas."

"Yeah, well... Better than nothing at all, right?" He turned and started back toward the hallway door, and Masayoshi got to his feet, feeling uneasy.

"Where are you going?"

The mouse grinned self-consciously over his shoulder. "Have to use the privy. Figured you didn't need to go through that again."

"Oh. Yeah, thanks for that."

The panda was left alone for a while, quite a bit longer than it would have taken for the mouse to just pee. He must have been taking care of more business than he could do standing up, so Masayoshi really was grateful to be left behind. But it gave him time to worry. He'd missed two days of classes already, and was well on his way to missing out on a third. He was going to have to spend a long time catching up. And that was assuming Lawrence found a way to restore him by tomorrow.

He was going to have to take matters into his own hands, he realized. The gap below their door was high enough that he thought he could slip underneath it. The desk's rickety chair was stored in a corner of the room, well out of reach to try to use it to jump down safely. He would have to ask the mouse to let him sleep on his own bed that night, then use the sheets to scale the side of it and get down to the floor. Then maybe he could sneak into Master Jordinand's classroom himself.

From there, though, what? Copy down the instructions for reversing the spell? How long would that take? Could he just tear the pages out of the tome? Would he even be able to find the right one?

Voices came from outside the dorm's door, one of them Lawrence's. The door opened, and the mouse walked in carrying a big glass box in both arms. Masayoshi's heart leapt into his throat, but it wasn't because he recognized one of the Biology and Fauna class's specimen cages.

It's because Torra was walking into the room right behind the mouse.

Torra was a great dane, a more than six-feet-tall senior student following the path of the spellsword. Both Masayoshi and Lawrence had classes with the big dog, and both despised the canine. Torra was a tyrant. Not a bully; a tyrant. He was ruthless in the sparring ring, respecting no one who couldn't beat him in a fight, and that went for magic users, as well.

The great dane and the tiny panda locked gazes, both with eyes wide. Masayoshi had his paws tucked between his legs again, but Torra's broad muzzle still crept up in a contemptuous smirk. "You shrank the little runt?" he asked Lawrence without taking his eyes off of the panda. "He was already too small to be useful."

"Like I said, I need your help," Lawrence replied, carefully setting the glass cage on the desk beside Masayoshi. It left little room for the red panda to stand.

The tiny student glared incredulously up at the mouse. "No good ideas, huh?"

The rodent shrugged apologetically. "Like I said."

Behind him, the looming dog began laughing, shutting the room's door at his back. Even for Masayoshi, it felt crowded with Torra in there. "Ohhoh, man! You are in some shit, mouse boy. When Jordinand finds out..."

"He can't!" Lawrence cut in hastily, taking a step toward the taller male, then wringing his hands and grimacing. "Please, Torra, you can't tell him. That's why I came to you. You know a lot of higher magic. Spellswords all train in restoration spells, right? So you can teach me the cure for this, and no one else has to know about it."

"And why the hells would I do something like that?" Torra demanded, crossing his arms in front of his broad chest. "You know how much trouble an upper classman could get into for teaching a novice spells above their assigned bracket? You go and hurt someone with it, and I could get expelled."

"It's restoration. I could only use it to undo someone getting shrunk."

"Restoration magic can backfire. Besides, the only spell I know that could help isn't restoration. It's transmutation, too, just growing things instead of shrinking them."

Masayoshi made a face. "How's that different than a cure?"

"You want magic training," Torra told him, "change specializations."

Lawrence rolled his eyes. "Please, Torra."

"What's in it for me?"

The mouse shifted his weight from foot to foot. "I would, uh, owe you one?"

The great dane just scoffed and turned to the door. "Not good enough."

Unexpectedly, Lawrence's staff flew from the wall beside his bed into his hand, and Torra grunted in surprise, spinning on the mouse. "You little shit," he growled, then gasped.

Before Masayoshi's eyes, the great dane began to shrink. Torra staggered toward the mouse, but without stopping his spell, Lawrence stepped to the side, and the big dog was too uncoordinated right then to follow the movement. Torra tripped, twisting on the way down and crashing against the side of the desk. It knocked Masayoshi off his feet, nearly off the desk's edge entirely.

The red panda scrambled around the corner of the specimen cage to peer down over the far edge of the desk, where Torra had collapsed. The dog was wearing casual after-hours attire, a dark gray shirt and black trousers, but he was rapidly disappearing inside them, hands and hind paws vanishing up their sleeves, head doing the same past the shirt's collar. "L...Lawrence!" he growled. To his credit, as strained as his voice was, there wasn't a hint of a whimper in it.

The clothing settled, and all was still but for the faint sound of someone panting from inside the rumpled gray shirt. "I'll kill you," the dog said, starting to thrash around until he managed to escape through the shirt's collar. "I'll fucking kill you, mouse!"

"Good luck getting through that shield," Lawrence told him, setting down his staff and plucking Torra right off the ground. It took a grunt from the mouse. Torra was still a lot bigger than Masayoshi had become, perhaps eight or nine inches tall, and Lawrence had to use both hands around the great dane's chest to hold him steady. "Don't bite!" the rodent said with a warning squeeze, catching some glint in the canine's eyes, and Torra just snarled up at him instead. "Hmph. Wanted to make you smaller. I still need practice with that spell." Lawrence lowered the dog into the specimen cage, and Masayoshi had to avert his eyes. As expected, Torra was naked, and gods but the canine was hung, both in sheath and in sack.

"You fucking vermin cunt!" the dog shouted up at the mouse. "I'll fucking cut your tail off and strangle you with it!" He pounded a fist against the glass, but it was made to hold more dangerous creatures than him. The impact still made Masayoshi jump in place, though. Torra was twice his height, still much larger proportionally than he'd ever been before, and even at eight inches that punch had some force behind it.

"Not with that shield up, you won't. But if you show me how to make things grow, you'll get your chance. I might even bring you up to my height so it'll be a fair fight."

"Fuck off!"

"Okay." Lawrence shrugged, holding a hand out palm-up toward the red panda outside the glass cage. "Yosh and I will go grab some dinner. We'll leave you here to cool down."

Fists at his sides, Torra hunched forward with every muscle in his body bunched up, looking like an eight-inch werewolf. Then, unexpectedly, he began to laugh. "Godsdamn, mouse boy," he said, a snarl still in his voice. "You're tougher than you look. Fine. Pay attention, because I'm only gonna show this to you once."

They locked gazes, then, and for long minutes, no one said anything. Whatever went on between them, it was beyond Masayoshi, but he didn't dare interrupt. This was too important.

When they were finished with whatever it was they were doing, both slumped in place, Torra sticking out his long tongue to pant open-muzzled, Lawrence resting a hand on the desk next to the red panda and running his other paw through his head fur. "Okay," he breathed. "Okay, I think I've got it."

"You better be damned sure before you try it on me," Torra grumbled, and the mouse nodded.

Lawrence took up his staff again and plucked a small wood chip out of the cage, setting it on the floor in front of him. He stared at it long and hard, gritting his teeth, sweat matting down the fur on his face. Then, as Masayoshi watched, the wood chip grew to twice its original size with a sudden lurch.

"Good," Torra said, and the mouse nodded again, turning toward the red panda.

"You sure about this?" Masayoshi asked, looking up at his friend's face.

Lawrence looked drained, gulping and running his paw through his fur again. "Yeah, of course! Just, uh, be ready to hop down."

The panda gulped as well, tensing up as the other teenager began staring at him, concentrating hard. He could see the mouse's forehead crease from the strain, and Lawrence began wincing, his head turning slightly to one side as his grip tightened around his lifted staff. His eyes closed entirely, screwing shut, before he let out his held breath and fell to his knees, staff clattering to the floor.

"Lawri!" The red panda scrambled onto all fours, peering over the edge of the desk. "Are you okay?"

The mouse was still gasping, one arm tucked in front of his chest. "I tried... But... But nothing happened. I couldn't... I'm just not strong enough."

"Nah, that ain't it," Torra told them.

When Masayoshi looked back over his shoulder, he found the great dane smirking at him, and realized he had his butt lifted straight in the dog's direction. Hastily, the panda sat down, glowering at the canine. "What is it, then?"

The dog's smirk became a grimace. "The spell's only meant for inanimate objects."

"What?" Lawrence sat up, bracing a forearm on the desk right in front of the panda. "Why did you teach it to me, then?"

"I'm only trained in the basics, runt," the dog grumbled. "You're the mage here. Thought you might be strong enough to make it work."

Groaning, the mouse sat back on his butt, hands propped behind him.

"So..." Masayoshi began, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's that, then?"

Lawrence shook his head, getting wearily to his feet. "I need something to eat after that. I'll bring you guys back some food."

"Hey!" Torra barked. "You're not just gonna leave me in here."

Glancing back at the dog, Masayoshi asked his friend, "Want me to come with?"

The mouse shook his head again, seeming in a daze. He really must have put his all into that spell. "I need to think," he said. When he looked at the red panda, though, he hesitated, seeing how little desk was left for the tiny student. There wasn't a spot left on the desk outside the cage that wasn't close to the edge.

Masayoshi tensed up when his friend's hand closed around him, lifting him off the desk. Instead of squeezing the panda into his pocket again, though, the mouse lowered him into the cage with Torra.

"Lawri," the red panda muttered, shooting a dubious look the dog's way.

"I'll be back," the mouse assured him.

Masayoshi scrambled away from the great dane when Torra slammed the side of his fist against the cage's glass again. "Hey! Get back here, mouse boy!" But Lawrence was already out the door, clicking it shut behind him. "Fuck!" This time he kicked the glass, and the whole cage shook, scooting a sliver of an inch. Torra turned his attention to Masayoshi, then, glaring murder, and the red panda had to fight the urge to shy away from that scowl. In that cage, the great dane towered over him. His head was at the same level as the upper classman's crotch, that big pink sheath jiggling as the dog stalked toward him. The panda stood his ground, but the canine just shoved him aside with a paw to the shoulder and strode right past him. Evidently the corner the dog wanted to sit in was on the other side of the smaller male.

The shove made Masayoshi stumble over the woodchips around his feet, and he decided to just stay where he was when he landed, resting his back against the glass and trying to ignore the big dog glaring at him from the corner at his side. At least in this position his thigh hid his privates from the canine's view. When he glanced toward Torra, he found the dog had no inhibitions whatsoever, his legs spread and balls propped over the woodchips between them, all in easy view.

The red panda couldn't believe he'd shown off his rump to the athletic dog. Gods, how he wished he could take that back. "Guess we're in this together," he murmured, thumping his head against the glass behind him.

"You wanna make small talk, there's a wall over there."

"You're an asshole."

"I've got an asshole," the great dane countered. "So do you. Yours is prettier." Gods, he was never going to let the red panda live that down, even after they were restored to their proper size.

"Right," Masayoshi muttered. "We should both shut up now." The dog's grunt sounded like it was one of agreement.

Just sitting like that, though, doing nothing, was boring as all hells, and awkward to boot. They were there for almost an hour, and he could feel the dog's eyes on him the whole time. He couldn't relax under that domineering gaze, never letting his thigh shift an inch lest Torra catch a glimpse of what it was hiding.

Torra seemed plenty relaxed, by contrast. Every time the eight-inch dog shifted, Masayoshi glanced toward him, but it was only ever to roll his shoulders in a slow stretch, or scratch at an itch. This latest time, it was to scratch his pink, lightly furred balls, making them jostle up and down right as the red panda was looking.

Masayoshi shot his gaze forward again, trying to pretend he hadn't just seen that.

"See something you like?" the dog taunted.

Face heating up, the red panda folded back his ears with a growl. "You're the one who can't keep his eyes off me."

"Never seen you naked before."

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it."

"What if I want to get used to it?"

Masayoshi's expression screwed up, and he looked askance at the dog again. Torra still had his paw between his legs, rubbing at his genitals now instead of scratching. "You trying to hit on me?" the red panda demanded.

"Nope." The dog dropped his smooth junk, chuckling with a sneer. "But you do have a pretty ass."

The panda grit his teeth. "Just...stop talking."

"Yeah." The great dane pushed himself to his feet, striding toward the smaller teenager. "Talk's cheap."

Masayoshi leaned away from the eight-inch male, but he wouldn't let himself scramble away like he wanted to. "What are you doing?" He pressed himself against the glass when Torra came to a stop right in front of him. The dog towered so high that, sitting down, Masayoshi was barely taller than the canine's knees, and when he started looking up toward the larger male's face, his eyes caught and froze on the dog's intimidating package.

"You never answered me," Torra told him, crouching down and straddling the smaller male's legs where they stretched in front of the panda.

The smaller teenager still couldn't look away from the canine's package. "What?" he whispered, his voice suddenly dry. This couldn't be happening.

With his knees settling heavily outside of the red panda's thighs, Torra swayed his hips, and sneered when he saw the little panda's eyes follow the wobble of his junk. "Do you like..." The dog braced his hands against the glass pane above Masayoshi's head, leaning forward. "...What you see?"

It was so close, the sheath every bit as large as the red panda's head, each nut just as big, all smooth and soft-looking. The scent was overwhelming, masculine in a way that Lawrence's musk couldn't hope to match, and the dimpled slit of the sheath's lips shifted as the dog bobbed his hips, Masayoshi going crosseyed, never daring to look away. The red panda had himself plastered back against the glass pane, his feet digging into the wood chips. But there was nowhere to push himself to. He braced his hands on the dog's thighs, but it was like shoving against a tree.

"You can't seem to make up your mind," Torra sneered. A huge hand slid between the back of Masayoshi's head and the glass, cupping the back of his skull. "Here. Let me help."

And it happened. It was the first time the red panda had ever touched a male's private bits, at least without layers of cloth between them, and it was his tiny, moist nose pad grazing the very front of Torra's pink sheath. It was smooth and soft, as moist as the panda's nose but far, far warmer, with downy-soft white hairs littered across the skin, just not enough to hide all that pink. Masayoshi held his breath. He went still entirely, every slender muscle rigid.

That's when the room's single door swung open.

Lawrence walked in, then froze in place when he saw what was going on inside the specimen cage, the door swinging shut on its own behind him.

Not a one of them budged a muscle. Masayoshi stared at the mouse in horror from the corner of his eye, the rest of his view blocked by jiggly sheath flesh, while Torra and Lawrence locked gazes. The silence was overbearing.

Keeping his eyes on the mouse's, Torra tilted his head with a taunting smirk and pulled the red panda's little muzzle more firmly against his sheath, pressing into the soft skin and the squishy tissue beneath. Masayoshi's fingers curled in the dog's fur as his forehead was drawn against that smooth sheath, as well, and he screwed his eyes shut. He was getting dizzy from holding his breath, but he wasn't about to breathe through his nose right then, so he opened his mouth and started panting, ashamed of a whimpered squeak that escaped him.

He started struggling, squirming under the dog's hold, but Torra just moved his other hand to join the first, clutching the red panda by the sides of the face, now, and holding him in place, his cute muzzle smushed right against the lowest dimple of the sheath's lips. That meant his forehead was pressing into the center of that musky crease, and he could feel the soft folds beginning to spread against his eyelids.

Outside the cage, he could hear the mouse slowly dragging the room's single chair in front of the desk. The rodent sat down in front of the glass cage.

Thumbs dug into Masayoshi's ears, and sharp claws pricked the back of his head, pulling upward as the great dane got back to his feet and forced the poor teenager to follow, scrambling with his hands against the glass behind him as he stood to keep his head from getting plucked off his shoulders. At least it gave the red panda a moment of fresh air. Respectively, at least. Now, though, with both of them standing, the dane's tremendous balls swayed in front of his face, sheath right above his trapped head.

The red panda looked out the corner of his eye, past the dog's thick wrist, and saw Lawrence staring back at them both. "Lawri... Please... Get him off me," the shrunken teenager whimpered.

The mouse licked his lips, meeting his friend's gaze, and they stayed there like that for another long moment, until Lawrence shifted his eyes to the dog's face instead. Torra tilted his head, smirking, and after a slow gulp, the mouse gave the canine the slightest of nods.

Masayoshi's eyes widened. "Lawri--!" He was cut off by the dog's lightly furred balls, his face getting tugged harshly into the musky crease between them. Torra's scrotum was looser than the mouse's had looked last night, and the oval testicles spread out to the sides, squeezing in all around the red panda's face. He writhed and he thrashed, punching and kicking blindly, but his strikes just bounced off the dog's thick legs. He could feel the pink sack wobbling all over the place thanks to his panicked struggles, but worse was the deep, lust-laden chuckle that came down from the great dane's face.

Worse still was the dog's command. "Lick."

The panda went still, a spark of defiance filling him. He almost bit the great dane's balls at the audacity of the larger male. But if he did, would Lawrence be quick enough to save him from the reprisal? Instead, he just planted his palms on the dog's thighs again and gave his head a tiny shake.

Grunting, the great dane stepped back and shoved the red panda to the side, knocking him onto his hands and knees. Coughing and gasping, Masayoshi scrambled across the specimen cage toward his mouse friend outside. "Lawri, what are you doing?" he panted. "You have to stop him. You can't just--"

Torra's hand grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him onto his back over the sea of woodchips. Leering down at him from high above, the great dane lifted a canine foot over the red panda's face, and before Masayoshi could recover, planted it down on the smaller male's cheek, turning the little panda's face to the side so that he could lock eyes with Lawrence again, who was watching the entire spectacle with a paralyzing mix of horror, fascination, and shame.

The dog's paw grinded harder against Masayoshi's face, big enough to almost cover it. Torra shifted it in front of the teenager's muzzle, and said again, with the same tone of command, "Lick."

Grabbing the dog's foot wasn't getting him anywhere, so he jabbed a quick punch at Torra's ankle. That was enough to get the canine paw to move away, at least, but while Masayoshi was trying to roll onto all fours, the great dane grabbed the red panda's ankles in turn and hefted the four-inch student up off the ground with one meaty fist, holding him dangling upside down in front of him with his face once again right in front of the dog's pink sheath.

Facing away from the window, Masayoshi's round bottom was presented in front of his mouse friend, and the panda squawked a surprised yelp when the dog's free hand swatted down hard on the fullness of the smaller male's rump, making his rear cheeks bounce and his whole body sway from the impact, his nose bumping against the front of the dog's sheath. Squirming upside down, Masayoshi reached behind himself wardingly, but Torra spanked him again, right in front of Lawrence, and then again, and again, tufts of black and russet fur drifting in the air after the last strike.

That hand closed around one of the red panda's aching cheeks, pinky pinning his tail clear, and squeezed, hard, prying it apart from the other buttock and baring his tiny tailhole to the mouse's view. The dog smirked up at the giant rodent before releasing Masayoshi's abused cheek, letting it bounce to reform a curved, vertical crease past his tail again. That free hand closed once more around the back of the red panda's head and smashed it into the soft wrinkles between Torra's balls and sheath, then dragged him up to the slit at the sheath's top, brushing his cool nose pad against the squishy flesh. Remarkably, the dog's cock was still fully enveloped, not a speck of red to be seen.

Torra took a lazy breath and let it out as a calm sigh. "Lick."

Masayoshi's head was craned just enough that he could look past his eyebrows and see Lawrence watching him through the glass. The mouse's hands were somewhere underneath the desk. Distantly, the red panda was able to hear denim laces being untied.

Defeated and betrayed, he parted his lips, stuck the tip of his tongue out just a sliver, and got his first ever taste of another male's crotch.

A squeeze at the back of his head let him know that more was expected of him, and with a shudder, he gave the front of the dog's sheath a proper lick, if a small one. The flavor was rich and salty, a little tangy, just like the scent, and since Torra didn't move him from that spot, he licked again, then again, until he was truly bathing the front of the sheath in his spit.

"There's a good bitch," the dog rumbled, dragging the red panda's nose along until his muzzle was centered above the sheath's fleshy slit. Torra let go of his head, using gravity alone to keep him there. Masayoshi could have pushed himself away, but he felt the dog's hand close around his buttock again, fingers digging into the soft fur. "Keep at it," the canine growled when the panda continued to hesitate.

Shuddering, Masayoshi settled his palms on either side of the huge sheath. His paws pressed in against the flesh, and he could feel it throb lightly as he used that to hold himself steady and, whimpering, licked again. The skin was muskier there, sweaty while still relatively clean, and growing cleaner by the moment.

"It's a pretty ass, isn't it, mouse boy?" Torra asked, giving Masayoshi's butt another fondle. The dog's sheath finally began to part under the red panda's face, a bright, rosy red cock tip peeking out right under his nose. "Want to see me fuck it?" Masayoshi paused again, ears perking in alarm, but he didn't hear any protests from his dormmate. "Want to see me tie it?" Whimpering, the red panda started licking again, still bathing the pink sheath while the dog's cock grew further and further out into the open, one throb at a time. It grazed up against his chest, soon as big around as his arm, then thick as his lower leg. His hands trembled, but he didn't let go of the sides of Torra's sheath, the meat inside fully firm by now. "You made him tiny. It would probably kill him to take the whole thing."

With a grunt, the dog dropped Masayoshi to the ground. The red panda was just able to catch himself with his arms, flopping onto his belly, and immediately got pinned there by the great dane's big foot on the small of his back. "What do you say, mouse boy?" Torra taunted. "Death by cock? Would be quite a show, wouldn't it?" He bent down and smacked Masayoshi's bubbly butt hard while stroking himself to a full erection.

The red panda once more looked through the glass at his friend. Lawrence was panting. He looked terrified. But even though he didn't nod, he didn't shake his head no, either. Masayoshi was just able to hear a quiet pat, pat, pat, pat, pat coming from underneath the desk.

The eight-inch giant lowered himself behind the red panda, straddling the tiny male's legs and tucking them together between his knees. Heavy hands grasped the teenager's hips, and a throbbing hot wedge of flesh prodded into the fullness of his butt cheek, dragging inward to nestle right underneath his tail. Right against his too-small entrance.

Watching the mouse the whole time, Torra snorted out a contemptuous breath. "You're twisted, you know that, mouse boy?" And the dog's cock tip dragged up around the root of the red panda's tail, pushing a pre-smeared trail through the smaller male's fur on its way up his back.

Torra abruptly grasped the panda around his skinny neck with one hand, lifting up and forcing Masayoshi's back to arch dramatically, straining further and further, until he was looking straight up at the dog's sneering face. Then further still. The red panda could see the great dane's erection in all its veined glory. It might have been a full foot long when the dog was at full size. Now it was perhaps an inch and a half, but that was still the better part of the panda's torso.

"Open up," Torra ordered, aiming his drooling tip at the straining red panda's face.

One last pleading look at his mouse friend showed him the same as before, Lawrence leaning closer and closer, until his breaths were steaming up the glass wall. Masayoshi closed his eyes and, reluctantly, parted his lips.

It was just enough for the dog's tip to wedge between them. "I feel teeth, I break your back." More of the wedge-shaped tip slid into the red panda's upside-down muzzle, until it filled his short maw entirely, his jaws straining to try to keep the dog from having to go through with his threat.

When he opened his eyes again, he had a perfect view of Torra's legs and the underside of the great dane's arousal, pink balls bouncing at its base as the dog kept stroking himself with one hand. His knot was forming already, quivering each time the side of his palm struck it, thick fingers grasping hard around the rest of his shaft. Masayoshi reached up to grasp the hand clutching his throat and holding him steady, trying to ease the tension in his arched back. He could barely breathe like that.

Little thrusts began to jostle his head, but Torra didn't try to force the tiny male to deep throat him. Probably just because he didn't want his cock to have to curve downward as much as that would take. He just kept jerking himself off, Masayoshi pinned helplessly beneath him, and the dull sounds of Lawrence fapping joined the eight-inch canine's own strokes.

Once the dog's knot was fully formed, he jabbed his cock forward an inch, and no matter what Masayoshi did, he couldn't stop his teeth from scraping along its canine wedge as its tip jabbed into his esophagus. He gagged, eyes wincing shut, so he didn't see as Torra gave the bulbs of his knot a vicious squeeze. The red panda felt it when the great dane came, though, and tasted it, too, canine jism blasting into his throat, backing up into his mouth, even shooting out his nostrils, one rope, then another, and another, making the little cum dump's face overflow, semen spurting out his tiny mouth and nose to splatter down onto his tail and rump and lower back.

Torra kept it up until he was barely drooling, then dropped the red panda, letting the teenager flop belly-down once more. Masayoshi just lay there limp, paws grasping blindly at oversized woodchips, legs squirming as he gasped for breath and coughed up more sperm.

The great dane looked up at the mouse watching them, as if daring Lawrence to avenge his friend, or even to reprimand the dog. Instead, the rodent gulped and got to his feet, his own three-inch erection bobbing into view above his ridiculously oversized balls. His cock looked really small on his form, but it was still twice as long and thick as Torra's.

"Holy fuck," the dog said, seeing Lawrence's balls for the first time. That was his only remark as the mouse reached into the cage and scooped Masayoshi up, his huge hand trembling.

The red panda sagged against his palm, eventually pushing himself up to a kneeling position as he was lifted close to the mouse's face. They looked at each other, one wiping cum off the front of his muzzle, the other panting with arousal. "Yosh, I... I am so, so sorry," Lawrence whispered, finally finding his voice.

In the cage below, Torra scoffed. "Don't lie to the kid. You enjoyed that as much as I did."

Masayoshi cringed, his shoulders hunching, muzzle dipping between them before he forced himself to lift his eyes back up to the mouse's. "Are you, Lawri?" he rasped, hugging his arms around himself. "Are you sorry, really?"

Gradually, the rodent's nervous trembling subsided. He looked away from his friend's betrayed face, gulping guiltily, but when he looked at Masayoshi again, he wasn't shaking at all any more. "No," he admitted. "No, I'm not." He carefully planted a slow kiss right on top of the panda's cum-clumped head fur. Then he used a finger to nudge the other teenager onto his back on top of the mouse's palm, and began lowering his paw back down.

With the mouse still wearing his shirt, all Masayoshi saw was a cloth wall during most of his descent, but he soon passed the peach-colored, humanoid penis, lowering until he was right under the creased globe of Lawrence's balls, the pale gray orbs eclipsing his view of just about everything. "Lawri, don't--"

They were even softer than they looked, cutting the red panda off before he could fully protest. His body sank up into the musky fur of one rodent testicle, all the mouse could cup with that one palm. All that round nut's weight smothered down around Masayoshi as he was lifted into it, so much body heat radiating out around him, he felt like he was melting. The whole round pouch rippled from some internal clench, lifting slightly, then crushing down on top of him again.

Lawrence just held him there, the mouse breathing deeply, not quite able to believe what he was doing. "Yosh," the mouse murmured, just loud enough for the red panda to hear with his small ears clogged with sack fluff.

"Lick."

Even after watching the rodent sit back and watch his mouth get raped, Masayoshi was certain he had to have misheard. He froze, arms and legs pinned under so much weight, but a fingertip found the back of his head and nudged it up into the nut flesh above him, his muzzle burying through the fur until he felt bare skin against his nose.

All was still. Neither one of them knew what Masayoshi was about to do. Neither was sure what would happen if the red panda refused.

Neither of them would need to find out.

With tears in his eyes, Masayoshi opened his mouth and started slowly lapping at his roommate's ballsack, tasting its youthful, teenaged musk, reluctantly drinking it in, bathing in it even as he bathed it right back with his saliva, as much as he could before his tongue grew dry. He kept licking even after that, though. At least it tasted better than Torra's sheath, the musk lighter, less oppressive even though it surrounded the red panda more fully, completely saturating him.

Lawrence began kneading himself with both paws, needing them both to cradle the entirety of his scrotum. The red panda in his grasp was grinded forward and back, side to side, licking when he could, but mostly just squirming underneath the heavy balls. The mouse seemed to enjoy that just as much.

Already close to his peak, Lawrence dragged the panda up the front of his taut sack, nuts bobbing down past the shrunken teen's little feet as he was lifted against the belly of the mouse's modest erection. Dizzy, practically musk drunk, Masayoshi started wrapping his arms and legs around it instinctively, just for something to hold onto. By the time he realized what he was doing, it was too late. Lawrence wrapped his hand around panda and cock both, squeezed powerfully, and started pumping his fist up and down with his roommate trapped inside. The panda's soft fur swept up and down the underside of the mouse's erection, and after just four rapid strokes, the rodent came. Those titanic balls drew up, and thick pearly ropes blasted the specimen cage, both inside and out.

Lawrence was too far gone to aim, and Torra was already safe in a corner of the cage, making a disgusted face as rodent semen splashed in front of him. The mouse painted stripes over the woodchips and across the glass pane closest to him, as well as splattering the inside of the opposite wall of the cage. He kept pumping the trapped red panda up and down, much of his climax smearing against his hand and soaking the poor panda. It went on for some time--those balls could really produce--and at the end, he peeled Masayoshi off his shaft and held the little male underneath his tip, watching as one last slow spurt of cum oozed out and drooled ever so slowly down until its teardrop plopped on top of the red panda's skinny chest.

Masayoshi was sprawled out with his arms and legs limp at his sides, a fuzzy, cum-covered starfish on the mouse's palm, and his eyes were shut as he panted, so he didn't see as the rodent lifted him up to boop his muzzle with the drooping cock's tip. The mouse's cum slit parted just enough for a tiny bit more cum to ooze down into the red panda's nostrils, and he snorted, finally stirring, pushing the cock's glans away with both paws. It twitched, flexing briefly upward before softening a little more and drooping down on top of his belly.

When he tried to squirm out from under it, Lawrence wrapped his fingers around the red panda, pulling him back up toward the mouse's face so they could look at each other.

All was still save for their worn out breathing. Masayoshi gulped down the cum still clinging to the inside of his mouth, as much as he was able to. "You're... You're not...going to restore me. Are you?"

Giving him an apologetic smile, Lawrence slowly shook his head. "No. Not anymore."

"You're...going to use me like this...again?"

"Again, and again and again." The mouse tenderly smooched the red panda's entire face. "I know you were awake last night, you know," he said.

Clutching at the mouse's fingers, Masayoshi frowned. "What?"

"When I was playing with myself. And watching you. You didn't try to stop me."

"I..."

"And you didn't get turned on when Torra did all that stuff to you. But you did with me."

"What are you...?" Masayoshi blinked, realizing his full erection was pinned up against his belly, rigid and pulsing.

"Yosh," the mouse said, his quiet voice growing firmer and more playful at the same time. He loosened all his fingers save those under the panda's armpits, letting him dangle, and his other paw moved behind the tiny sword dancer. A fingertip grazed up between his inner thighs, then wriggled further, between the red panda's soft rump cheeks, teasing up right against his impossibly tiny tailhole. "Cum."

Masayoshi obeyed. His body didn't give him a choice in the matter. He arched his back, his rump squeezed around the fingertip pressing up against it, and his little black-furred balls drew up, squirting four barely noticeable white strings that Lawrence caught in his open mouth, murring at the flavor.

"I think you're going to like your new life, Yosh," the rodent told him, lowering him gently back into the glass cage with Torra.

"There's so much I want to do with you."