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This is short. It's a 1000 (ish) word story based on the prompt. This week's prompt was "I didn't quite expect that reaction."

This is WAY outside my normal area of expertise, but I have a friend who likes this stuff... and man, is it fun to push his buttons. This was a blast to write. And over 1000 by a couple hundred, but I don't care.

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After weeks of messing with the formulas, lots of trial and error, and one mishap that scorched my bedroom ceiling, I finally have the potion all ready for testing. I swirled around the light, blue liquid in its beaker and took a careful sniff. It smelled incredibly potent, and if I was correct (and I was sure I was), then it would make my roommate's libido skyrocket through the roof. I'd tuned it just for him, and it would kick in in the middle of his afternoon run, turning him into a horny mess out on the trail.

Okay, so I might be a little petty, but he had completely embarrassed me at a party last month by yanking my pants and boxers down in front of our friends. I'd gotten over it a day or so later, but that sort of humiliation couldn't go without retribution! This should teach him that messing with me has its consequences.

My big, poofy tail was wagging like a flag behind me as I poured the liquid into a small vial and capped it. I only wished I'd be around to watch the results. A big, black wolf jogging along the trail, focused intently on his workout when BAM! The urge to take care of business would strike. In fact, if I'd made it right, that need would probably take care of himself.

I giggled like a madman as I slipped the vial into my pockets and wandered out into the kitchen to put the next part of my plan into work. Aaron was standing at the stove and I could hear (and smell) some meat sizzling as I walked in.

We were a study in contrast. Aaron was a wolf just over six foot, black as night all over with a fit frame built for running long distances. I was five-nothing fennec who had tried to get the DMV to add my six-inch ears to my over-all height when I got my license in high school. No dice. I had fur the light-tan color of an exotic beach, and a tuft of mocha hair between my over-large ears.

"What'cha making?" I asked, sliding up against the counter to watch him cook.

Aaron transferred all the ham off the skillet onto a plate, grabbing a couple eggs to begin working with. "Just an omelet before I run. Can make you one, if you'd like."

Despite sometimes being an ass, he really was one of my best friends. But that was all the more reason to do this to him. "Nah, I'm not that hungry. Thanks, though." I beamed at him and just watched him cook, looking for my chance to strike.

The wolf glanced at me, quirking an eyebrow as he waited to flip his omelet over. "What's with you? You seem cheery."

Dammit. I have no poker face. "Hm? Oh, just in good mood." I couldn't keep a nervous chuckle from escaping and I backed away, heading to the fridge to get myself a can of soda.

Aaron looked back at me and then continued cooking. "Grab one for me, too, please," he said.

Oh, I'll get you a drink, I thought. "Yeah!" I grabbed two cans, keeping my back to him while he finished cooking. I cracked open his and hurriedly poured the liquid into his can before setting it next to him. I opened mine and took a sip, trying to act cool while observing.

The wolf brought the can up towards his muzzle to take a drink and then sneezed, turning his head away from his food. He sniffled and shook his head. "Oh, man. Allergies. Can you grab me some tissue?" he asked.

"Yeah," I put my soda down and ran into the bathroom to get a few squares of toilet paper before bringing them back out to Aaron. "Here."

"Thanks," he said, blowing his nose and tossing the tissues in the trash.

My heart sped up as I watched him pick up his can and take a long pull from it, downing the soda along with the potion I had mixed. Here's hoping you cream your pants out on the trail, dick. Celebrating to myself, I took a huge gulp of soda and immediately realized something was wrong. I could taste the potion in my own soda.

Eyes wide as saucers I turned to find Aaron grinning at me, arms crossed over his broad chest. "You thought you could sneak something into me, eh? Gotta be way smoother than that."

"Wh-what! But-" I nearly dropped the can as I brought both paws to my throat, panic making my breath come quick now. I had tuned this to him, not me! Who knows what would happen.

I spun around, thinking I could make it to the bathroom and maybe expel the potion before it could take effect, but the first step towards the hallway felt... odd. Everything was suddenly the wrong size. I let out a strangled yelp of surprise as the entire kitchen grew larger, and I could feel my shirt sliding off my shoulders, suddenly far too big. I was shrinking!

I turned back around, looking up to see my roommate towering over my like a monolith. He looked monstrously huge now, and I felt my clothes falling off around me as I shrunk further. My paws moved to cover up my bits and I cried out to him for help, but I knew there was nothing I could do. I grew smaller and smaller until I finally stopped, barely five inches high now.

Aaron was laughing, his voice booming through the apartment. "Oh, you crazy fox." He bent over, one of those paws coming at me and I tried to bolt, but was tangled in the heavy folds of my t-shirt.

Each of his fingers were nearly the size of my torso, and he picked me up with no effort, holding me in the palm of his hand; I stayed still, for fear of falling hundreds of "feet" to my death. "You wanna tell me what you were thinking? Maybe I'll be nice to you."

I gulped, staring right at his muzzle as he spoke. I could have climbed into it like a sleeping tent. "I, uh..." I relayed what my plan had been, smiling nervously the whole time and hoping he'd forgive me for trying to get back at him.

Aaron listened, lips pursed as he nodded at my story. "I see. Well, I got news for you, little fox. I think I'll take you on my run with me."

My large ears perked up and I tilted my small head to one side, cheeks beat red as I kept my paws in my lap to hide my nudity from him. "What? But I can't go out like this!" I said, motioning down at my small frame.

"Don't worry. I'll keep you nice and safe," the wolf said, grinning lecherously. Without any further ceremony he brought his paw down towards his shorts, tugged open the waistband of his shorts and jockstrap, and dumped me right in along his sheath.

I screamed out as I was dropped in along his big, furry pouch, but my voice couldn't be heard from inside his underwear, and when the waistband snapped shut, I was in the dark, my naked body pressed firmly up against my roommate's distinct maleness. Every breath I took flooded my senses with his musk and when I tried to wiggle around to get away, it only made the large sheath twitch against my chest.

Aaron must have finished off his soda because I heard a large can get crushed and tossed in the trash. "Hope you can hear me, fox boy. I decided to meet you halfway and drink the rest of your soda and potion. Now you'll get to see just how well it works from down there."

I gulped, my arms hugging onto the large sheath to keep from shifting around. My only hope out of this soon-to-be-literal-mess was that the potion wouldn't last too long, or I'd never get the smell of wolf out of my fur.