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Chapter Two

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Masayoshi woke up the next morning to a heavy weight settling on top of his chest, making it hard to breathe. A familiar musk filled his nose, and he blinked his eyes open in confusion, something big and pink and round jiggling in front of his face. He lifted his hands to push it away, but his arms were blocked by something thick and muscular around them. Someone's inner thighs.

"Open up," Torra growled from high above him. The eight-inch great dane was straddling the micro red panda's chest, practically sitting on the smaller male, the dog's heavy scrotum weighing down on top of Masayoshi's chest.

"What the hell, Torra?" the red panda groaned. He turned his head away from the dog's looming sheath, but Torra grabbed him with two meaty palms to either side of the red panda's face, smirking down at him with indifferent contempt.

"I always have to piss after I wake up," the dog explained. "This cage already smells like mouse cum. I don't want it stinking like a latrine if I'm gonna be trapped in it all day. That's where you come in." More weight pressed down against Masayoshi's chest, the great dane spreading his thick legs and leaning forward to smush his soft sheath against the red panda's chin.

Masayoshi tried to get his bearings, tried to remember which direction his roommate's bed was. He couldn't look away from the pink hide wobbling over his nose, but still cried out, "Lawri...!"

"Go ahead and scream for him, little bedpan," Torra chuckled, even while using his grasp around the teenager's head to stuff Masayoshi's face against his privates. The dane's sheath lips squished outward, surrounding the red panda's small muzzle. "He'll just watch like he did last night. Then he'll probably get inspired and have you drink his piss, too. I wonder how much you could swallow before you pop."

The red panda gave a fitful squirm, freeing up one arm to try to push against the great dane's white-furred leg. His eyes were still free, lashes brushing against the top of the sheath every time he blinked, and he peered up at Torra's face pleadingly from beneath his eyebrows, wide-eyed and desperate. He could feel the canine's concealed cock tip bump against his chin inside the great dane's sheath.

"I told you," Torra growled, squeezing his head. "Open up."

Thick, muscular thumbs squeezed into the red panda's ears, canine claws threatening to go deeper. After one more push against the bully's thigh, Masayoshi sobbed and parted his lips, the dog's narrow tip immediately wedging between them and past his teeth, filling his little mouth.

Torra pushed his head back down with the dog's hips, letting go of the red panda's face as the great dane lay down on top of him, lazing on his belly with his crotch pinning the back of Masayoshi's head to the woodchips below, the little male's muzzle still smushed up inside of the canine's sheath. "There's a good bitch," the dog murmured, resting his chin on crossed forearms and relaxing completely.

Masayoshi went rigid when the golden stream first hit the back of his mouth, choking. There wasn't any buildup, just a faint thrumming to warn him right before it started pouring into his muzzle, the acrid fluid flooding out immediately and leaking down the loose seal of the dog's sheath lips to soak into Masayoshi's cheeks and throat fur. He screwed his eyes shut, gagging and thrashing, freeing his other arm to pound desperately against Torra's chiseled abdomen, but the dog didn't budge, all his weight still pinning the red panda down.

On top of his trapped muzzle, the dane's pink sheath filled more quickly than the fluids could leak free. Masayoshi had no choice. It was drink or drown. Torra's urine tasted so bad, the panda's brain registered it as pain as much as disgust, but he started gulping anyway, rapid, guzzling swallows, one after the other in rapid succession. Somehow he was able to keep up with the flow. It felt like he was under an ale cask at one Belleton college's infamous upper classman parties, but the urine stopped leaking out around his face, and after a snort shot piss out his little nostrils, he was able to breathe again. As much as he could, with nothing but dog musk surrounding his nose.

He was no more than five seconds in, and he felt uncomfortably full already.

Still gulping away, the red panda moved his quivering paws from his tormentor's thighs to Torra's sheath, right next to the younger male's cheeks, but as soon as he tried to push it back and give himself some fresh air, the huge dog's paws swept down and caught his wrists, pulling the panda's arms out to his sides. "None of that," the dog grumbled, grinding his crotch down against the trapped teenager until his sheath lips started to bunch up around Masayoshi's forehead, the dog's pissing cock tip pressing down right into the entrance to the red panda's esophagus.

The muscle-bound dog sighed, squeezing his legs together and trapping the red panda's entire skinny body between them. Masayoshi strained against the larger male, his throat getting tired already from swallowing so much, but it was no use. Going limp, he focused on swallowing. He gulped and he gulped, and his belly grew ever more uncomfortable, straining to contain all that foul liquid, and all the while, Torra's weight settled more fully on top of him, the dog's sheath lips bunching further as the big male relaxed, slipping around the sides of Masayoshi's face until they pinned back his ears.

The red panda paused mid-swallow when those fleshy folds plopped down around his neck and throat. His entire head was stuffed up inside the great dane's sheath!

His disbelieving hesitation cost him, dog pee backing up and pouring out the corners of his lips again, but he couldn't get over his shock even when the urine started pooling back up around his head. Torra's sheath lips were snug around his neck, letting very little urine seep down to drip over the red panda's shoulders. The solid point of flesh against the back of his throat was making him tremble and gag, but now that he'd stopped gulping, he was having trouble starting up again. He was so, so full!

There was very little room in the sheath with him. The piss level kept rising, past his ears, over his eyes, swishing above his wide-spread muzzle, until every part of Masayoshi from the neck up was swimming in a tightly confined pool of canine waste water.

His next swallow was too slow to make much difference, but the next came quicker, more urgent, and he once again began struggling to reduce the tide of urine, one gulp at a time. His stomach hurt. He'd never been so full in his life.

At least the stream was starting to lose some of its force. That let him catch back up, drinking it down until the pooled fluids were lower than his lips could touch, very gradually seeping further down as it leaked out around his neck. He was able to keep up with it again, if only barely. Every swallow was a struggle, now. He could actually feel those sickening hot fluids sloshing in his belly.

Toes splaying out, fingers clawing at the wood chips where his paws were still held pinned, he held his breath while Torra's stream too slowly faded to a rapid dribble. The whole sheath twitched around Masayoshi's head, the cock in his mouth launching out a powerful shot of urine, then a second one right after, the final squirts of Torra's morning piss.

As the dog sighed again and rolled up to squat on the smaller male's chest, Masayoshi swallowed one last time, cringing as his head was tugged forward over his chest by the sheath trying to strangle him. "Fuck," Torra said, sounding amused. "It's like having a knot without a boner." Without warning, he tugged his hips back, and Masayoshi's head thumped back down against the wood chips as it was freed. The red panda sprawled there, eyes stinging with the urine that had seeped in under their lids as he blinked up at the room's ceiling high above.

"Useless," Torra growled when he saw how absolutely soaked the red panda's face was, fur matted down to his skin. "This cage might not reek now, but you sure do. Guess I should be glad I didn't have to take a shit."

Masayoshi almost threw up. Not just from that mental image, but also from how overfull he was. His paws moved to comfort his sore abdomen, and his ears shot up when his palms encountered his belly well before he was expecting it.

When Torra noticed that, his disgusted grimace turned into an amused smirk. "Well, I guess you did all you could. Let's hope mouse boy doesn't decide to follow my lead, huh?"

The red panda weakly lifted his head to look down past his chest at a pregnant-looking gut domed out above him. The black fur curved up past his ribs and slightly out to the sides, the rise just high enough to block his view of his privates from that angle.

Going limp, he thumped his head back down and kept panting, the air tasting sweet and fresh despite the musk surrounding him.

While Torra lumbered to the far side of the cage and crouched down for a drink from the water dish that had at some time been set there, Masayoshi turned his face to the side, hearing a rustling coming from Lawrence's bed. The giant, four-foot mouse was stirring, his arms stretching and back arching under his sheets with a broad, lip-smacking yawn. After laying there for another few seconds, Lawrence pushed himself upright and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, tossing back the sheets to reveal his naked body and getting to his feet. "Good morning!" the mouse said cheerfully.

Inside the cage, the shrunken great dane just grunted, and Masayoshi could only groan.

When the mouse strode up to the side of the room's single desk, he leaned in with a worried gasp as soon as he saw Masayoshi lying prone in the middle of the cage. "Yosh! What happened?"

The red panda stared up at the mouse's face, then blushed and turned his head to look away.

Lawrence turned his attention to the great dane, still drinking from the water dish. "Torra! What did you do to him?"

"Had to take a piss," the dog answered gruffly.

"Had to..." Eyes going wide, the mouse moved to the closest wall of the cage to the eight-inch canine. "What the hells is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, now." Torra took one more sip of water from the bowl of his paws, then stood up and rolled his shoulders in a lazy stretch. "Cleaner than pissing on the ground. Though you're gonna need to get us a second water dish. One for drinking, one for washing. Your panda bitch reeks now."

"Torra, you're not to do something like that ever again," Lawrence said firmly, though his expression was more of a pout than a scowl. "Not without my permission."

Masayoshi looked their way with a confused grimace. Without the mouse's permission?

"Why?" the dog demanded. "I bet it turns you on, as much of a kinky bastard you are."

"Because I told you not to," Lawrence countered, and when the canine started to scoff, he added, "And because anything you do to Yosh, I can do to you. I need to pee, too, you know. Maybe I should just skip the privy? Are you up for that?"

The fur on the back of the great dane's neck started to rise, and he lowered his head in a fierce glare toward the mouse. After taking a deep breath, though, he shrugged as if none of it mattered to him. "Fine. I'll piss on the ground from now on. It's your room that'll be stinking."

The matter evidently settled, Lawrence reached over the edge of the cage. The red panda didn't move, seeing that hand headed toward him. He just groaned again as the fingers pushed through the wood chips under him and scooped him up into the air, the vertigo making him extra nauseous with all that urine roiling inside him.

"Are you okay?" Lawrence asked him, sitting down on the foot of the mouse's bed with the red panda lifted up close to his face. His nose wrinkled at the acrid smell covering Masayoshi's shoulders and head. The red panda just shook his head weakly. Of course he wasn't okay. He'd just been used as a latrine. "Can you keep it down?"

This time the red panda hesitated, and after a second's thought he nodded and muttered a weak, "I think so."

"Good." The teenaged mouse looked his little friend over, ears twitching as a thought came to him. "You know, I think I might be able to help. There's another transmutation spell. Can't make things bigger or smaller, but it can, uh...transfer matter and energy, sort of."

"What does that mean?" Masayoshi asked groggily. He had barely woken up before being assaulted, and still didn't have his wits fully about him.

"Can you stand up?"

With an effort, the red panda rolled onto his side, cringing at the extra pressure to his overfull belly as he worked his paws underneath him. He paused on his hands and knees, realizing he was giving Lawrence the same lewd view he'd given Torra last evening, before the dog had decided to get all rapey. Blushing, the little panda rolled back to sit on his heels, then awkwardly wobbled his way onto his feet.

He heard a loud gulp behind him, and turned around to see Lawrence licking his lips, which made the red panda blush even harder. Masayoshi almost covered up his privates from his friend's view, but after last night, what would be the point?

"Okay," Lawrence said, reaching back for the staff propped against his bed. "Just hold still. You shouldn't feel much, and it definitely shouldn't hurt."

"Are you sure about this?" Masayoshi asked. He didn't even know what it was the mouse was going to try to do.

"Of course!" Taking a deep breath, the rodent narrowed his eyes, staring down at the diminutive student on his upturned palm. Lawrence's whiskers quivered, and he murmured, "Let's start by getting rid of that smell."

At first, nothing happened. Masayoshi just cradled the dome of his belly and watched the mouse nervously. Then, the fluids still covering the red panda's face and neck began trickling downward, much of his head drying off quickly while his chest began to grow moist. The white fur on his face had been stained a pale, watery yellow, but that gradually returned to its original snowy hue while his arms and chest and belly got wetter and wetter. Then his legs followed suit, and he could even feel it soaking into his balls and sheath. Looking down over himself, he realized that everywhere he had black fur was now damp with canine urine while the rest of his body was dry. "Lawri, what are you doing? You've just, ugh...moved it around a little."

"Shh," the mouse cautioned, still focusing. "Don't interrupt."

Lawrence smiled a little, then, but still looked like he was concentrating, so Masayoshi didn't say anything else, just holding his arms out and looking down over himself, nose twitching at the persistent smell while he waited for something to happen.

It took a little while, but eventually he noticed a change. As his black fur began to grow gradually dryer, it also grew paler, fading ever so slowly from a deep, midnight black to a dark brown, then further to a deep amber. Masayoshi's little ears perked up when it continued shifting, turning paler still, amber washing to gold, until it reached a pale yellow, the same shade as the yellow primroses that grew in the college's main courtyard, or the inside of a banana.

It was also the same shade as Torra's watered-down urine.

Masayoshi lifted a banana-colored arm in front of him, feeling faint. All his black fur had been completely painted over, bleached and stained forever by a bully's piss. "What..." he stammered, holding up his other arm and staring wide-eyed back and forth from one to the other. "What did you do?"

Taking a deep breath, Lawrence leaned back and looked over his handiwork. "I like it! Lets me see the shape of you a whole lot better."

"I'm piss colored, Lawri!"

"It's not that bad. Yellow suits you, especially with the red everywhere else. It kind of looks like you're made of fire, from a distance."

"Or made of piss!" Masayoshi knew he sounded hysterical. He couldn't help it.

He could hear Torra laughing loudly in the cage behind him, but he didn't turn around to dignify the great dane with a look. "Yeah, that really does suit you, runt," the dog called up to him.

Lawrence actually looked dejected, as if he'd expected Masayoshi to be thrilled with the change. "Well, at least you don't smell like it anymore."

The red and yellow panda was about to keep up his tirade, but that made him pause, nose twitching. The smell of Torra's urine was completely gone. The taste of it was still sharp in his mouth, but he couldn't smell it at all coming from his fur anymore. "Yeah, but... But I don't look like me, Lawri."

"You're right," the mouse agreed. He narrowed his eyes again, and Masayoshi felt an odd tingling in the urine bloating out his stomach. "Let's see what we can do about that."

For some reason, the red panda thought he and the mouse had different things in mind.

The fluids in his belly grew from sickeningly warm to chilly, and the flavor on his tongue was replaced by a bizarre, tasteless tickling sensation. That sensation pulled down from his mouth through his throat, until everything above his chest returned to normal, leaving the tingling in his gut alone. Then, ever so slowly, those pins and needles crept their way downward, spreading out to his sides and teasing at his upper hips. Wherever the tingling went, the swell of his belly followed, the mass of all that urine seeming to travel down from his abdomen to his hips and further back.

Masayoshi gasped, feeling that tingling creep back across his buttocks. When he twisted around to look, he could see his round bottom plumping out ever so slowly, as if his internal organs had sprung a leak and the piss inside him was trickling gradually down from his belly to his backside. He could feel it in his thighs, too, his upper legs thickening ever so slightly to match his rump's subtle growth. His hips grew broader, their subtle taper growing more dramatic and stretching up to just under his lower ribs. The red panda held his arms up at his sides as he watched and felt himself change shape. The pins and needles gradually left his belly as it flattened back down to a gently curved, sloped V pointing between his thighs, his belly button much more visible in the pale yellow fur, but his backside tickled even more as all that fluid settled under its rounded out hide.

He took an unsteady step, and felt the liquid in his rump cheeks slosh, practically knocking him off balance. Bracing his feet, he gritted his teeth and waited it out as the tingling intensified, and the liquid in his rump seemed to congeal, thickening until it stopped sloshing, then a little bit more.

When the tingling faded entirely, Masayoshi tried another step, and this time his enlarged bottom didn't slosh. It did jiggle a little, though, the fuller cheeks rubbing against each other with an unfamiliar heft.

"Lawrence," he breathed through clenched teeth, looking up at the mouse and trying to glare down the oversized teenager's elated expression. "Tell me you did not just fill my buttocks with gelatinous dog piss."

"Of course I didn't!" the mouse assured him, but then glanced to the side and tilted his head, shrugging a shoulder. "Well, I mean, yeah I did, but then I changed all the piss to fat, so it doesn't really matter."

"Lawri!" Masayoshi stomped a foot over the mouse's paw pad, then immediately regretted it. That was entirely too much bounce under his tail! Under it, and up around its base, too, his rump's bubbly curves trying to invade the small of his slender back.

"What?" The rodent held his arm out, once again examining his work. "You're beautiful now, Yosh. I mean, I always liked how you looked. You were handsome. You know, thin and wiry, but still strong. Now you're not handsome; you're gorgeous. You've got an hourglass figure, like me!"

From the glass cage, Torra snorted a laugh, watching the whole thing. "More like a pear and a bunch of twigs than an hourglass."

The mouse rolled his eyes. "Don't listen to him. Go ahead and turn around, let me see."

Masayoshi folded his arms across his chest defiantly. "Let you see my ass, you mean."

The novice mage blinked, then gave the red and golden panda an ornery smirk. "Yes, Yosh. Let me see your ass."

Exasperated, the red panda looked up toward the distant ceiling, then gave in and turned around to face the other way. His bottom didn't jiggle all that much, he decided, not from simply stepping around. It was just that he wasn't used to feeling his cheeks rubbing against each other so much, or his inner thighs grazing one another at the same time.

"Lift up your tail," the mouse encouraged him, holding his open palm close to the rodent's face once more.

"Seriously?" Masayoshi muttered, but after an indignant sigh, he twitched his thigh-length tail upward, his face heating up in humiliation.

In the same cheerful tone, the mouse told him, "Now reach back and spread your cheeks."

"What!" He twisted around to glare at the mouse, but the rodent just lifted an eyebrow at him, his voice firming.

"Yosh. Reach back and spread your cheeks."

It was the same tone of command Lawrence had used last night to get the red panda to lick his balls. Despite himself, Masayoshi found his arms starting to slip behind him, but he stopped himself with a hitched breath, aghast at how easily he'd begun to obey the mouse. "Oh, fuck you, Lawri!" he barked instead.

The mouse leaned back, actually looking hurt by the outburst. His pout turned to a frown, and he lowered his hand down to the edge of their desk, letting the red panda step off next to the glass cage's wall only to push a palm against the tiny male's back and pin the panda up against the glass.

"Yosh," Lawrence said again. He was careful to only trap the red panda's face, shoulders and back, leaving the little male's arms free. "Reach back. Spread your cheeks." When the panda did nothing, the mouse caught the micro's tail between two fingers of his free hand and gave it a painful, admonishing tug. "Yosh..."

With a gasp, the red panda reached behind himself, at first to try to swat at the nimble fingers pulling at his tail. When the palm behind his head pushed him even harder against the glass wall in front of him, though, he hesitated. The side of his face was crammed against the glass, but from the corner of his eye, he could see Torra moving closer to watch.

Dammit. He really didn't want the great dane to see this...

Quivering, the red and gold panda lowered his arms to his hips, feeling their unfamiliar, broad curves, and nervously traced his paws backward over the new bubbles of his rump. He swallowed, screwing his eyes shut, and sank his fingers into the fullness of his buttocks as, with a submissive whimper, he prized his yellow rump cheeks apart, slowly exposing the deepened canyon between them to the mouse's eager stare.

"Further," Lawrence commanded, his voice gentler now that Masayoshi was obeying him. "I still can't see all the way between them, Yosh."

That couldn't be true, the red panda thought, but he could feel it, too. Even with him spreading himself like that, the deepest curves of his inner buttocks were still snug against each other. Taking a deep breath, he moved his paws closer together behind him, until his wrists were squishing against the fullness of his rear cheeks and his knuckles brushed against each other, fingertips delving into the crease under his tail. He parted them again, feeling both entire bubbles wobble outward.

"There it is," Lawrence whispered, still holding the micro's tail up and out of the way. "Huh. I must have turned your tailhole yellow, too. Whoops."

"You what?" the panda exclaimed, squirming, though he didn't stop squeezing his butt cheeks outward.

"It's okay, Yosh. I think I actually like it that way. Kinda hard to make it out, as tiny as it is, but that makes it kinda cute. More innocent looking." The mouse dropped the red panda's bushy tail and released his upper body, turning around without a word and making his way to the clothes chest under his bed, leaving the tiny panda to gather his bearings as best he could. That exposed the rodent's own backside to the micro, giving the panda his first real good look of Lawrence's naked backside, and he had to admit, it was hard to take his eyes away from that sight, especially with the mouse bent over like that.

As the red and gold panda turned to watch his roommate, Torra said from the other side of the glass, "You should stop calling him that, mouse boy."

"Calling him what?" Lawrence pulled a pair of stretchy underbriefs over his legs, snugging them around the obscene bulge of his balls. The red panda realized that he had never actually seen his dormmate in only the mouse's underwear before.

"Yosh," the great dane clarified. "That's short for Masayoshi, right? Doesn't that mean 'justice' in Seiikese?"

Still mortified, Masayoshi sank his chin down over his chest and muttered, "Yes."

"And he's not even from Seiikin," Torra went on. "The name never suited him. It definitely doesn't now. You should give him another one."

"And what do you propose?" Lawrence asked, shimmying into a tight pair of black trousers. Paying attention this time, the red panda realized that the pants' crotch was indeed cut low enough that the bulge of the mouse's genitals was barely noticeable. "I'm not calling him 'Bitch,' if that's what you're driving at."

Torra snickered, and Masayoshi frowned, glaring back and up over his shoulder at the dog. "You have a better name for him?" the great dane asked.

The mouse watched the panda while pulling a pale blue shirt over his shoulders, then shrugging into his floor-length robe. "Hmm."

Masayoshi folded his arms across his chest. "You're not changing my name, Lawri."

"How about Jonquille?" the teenaged mage asked, ignoring his tiny roommate.

"Jonquille?" Torra repeated, shaking his big head. "Still sounds to butch for this femboy."

Lawrence just smiled, picking up his staff and stepping back up to the desk. Masayoshi pressed back against the glass behind him when the mouse's free paw reached for him, and the red panda's face flushed when he felt how much his enlarged hindquarters squished against the cool surface, right in front of the derogatory canine behind him. The mouse's fingers closed around him nonetheless, easily scooping him up and wrapping around his chest, the panda's legs dangling below him. "It means 'Daffodil.'"

Masayoshi looked aghast up at the mouse's looming face. Behind him, after a thoughtful pause, Torra started laughing, loud barking guffaws. "Oh, in that case... Daffodil it is."

"All right, Jonquille," Lawrence began.

The red and gold panda kicked out at the open air around him. "That is not my name!"

"I'm taking you with me again today," the mouse went on, starting to lower the altered panda. "I know you probably don't want to be left alone with Torra again."

Well, that was definitely true. Masayoshi tilted his head, though, when the hand carrying him stopped right in front of the mouse's trousers. It took the red panda a moment to notice. "Your pants don't have any pockets, Lawri. You're...going to put me in your robe?" he asked hopefully.

When he looked up again at the rodent's face, Lawrence just beamed a playful smile down at him and chirped a happy, "Nope." Propping his staff against the desk, he tucked a thumb under the waistband of trousers and briefs both, drawing them away from his lower belly and waiting for the tiny student's reaction.

Masayoshi's jaw was slack as he stared at the inch or so of Lawrence's exposed, pale gray midriff, before he shot a threatening frown back up at the mouse's face. Well, he tried to make it threatening. It was probably more pleading than anything else. "Oh, don't you dare..."

With an ornery giggle, the mouse tucked his lower lip between his teeth and turned the red panda upside down, watching the poor little guy's tail and pale yellow legs flail around as he dipped the panda's head and upper body inside of the mouse's underwear, right in front of the rodent's sheath. That sheath was already parted around the smooth, rounded crown of the rodent's cock, which grazed across Masayoshi's face and chest as he was pushed deeper, his world going rapidly dimmer as he was shoved yet further down. His plumped out bottom disappeared inside Lawrence's snug underwear, along with the red panda's legs shortly after, and as the little sword dancer came to a rest smushed up against the front of Lawrence's balls, the mouse let his waistband snap shut above, sealing Masayoshi in darkness.

The youthful musk of rodent scrotum filled his senses, and he squirmed madly, trying to right himself and gain enough purchase to pull himself back up. Lawrence didn't seem to mind the tugs to his sack fur when the red panda grasped tufts of it in his little paws.

"Can you see him?" The mouse's voice came muffled from high above, addressing Torra, and the great dane's voice was even fainter, though only slightly. Just like the rodent's pockets, his underwear and trousers only dulled the sound from outside a little bit.

"Not really. Maybe a little shuffling around if I really squint."

"Good. That's why I wore black." The mouse's enormous balls began bouncing and wobbling against the trapped panda as Lawrence moved toward the room's door.

"Hold up. You just going to leave me in here?" Torra complained.

"Can't have you running off and telling a professor on me," Lawrence replied, not sounding apologetic at all. There was a pause, then a quieter, friendlier, "Jonquille? Lick."

Masayoshi blanched, unable to believe how he was being treated even after everything he'd been through already. He quivered with indignation, fingers curling into fists, and very nearly punched the sack he was pinned against.

"I mean it, little daffodil," the mouse told him, a paw finding him against Lawrence's bulge and squeezing him up against those oval rodent nuts. "Give my balls a tongue bath. I want every inch of them cleaned by the time my first lecture is over."

Their door opened, and Masayoshi began bouncing up and down and side to side along with the mouse's scrotum, the novice mage's linen briefs wrapped so snugly around Lawrence's package, there was barely any depression in the musky hide between those full testes. The red panda squirmed, trying to find some position where he wasn't utterly pinned from head to toe but his body was forced to curl slightly around the front of his roommate's sack.

Lawrence was taking this too far. He'd gone too far already, several times over. It was too far the moment he shrank Masayoshi down without the red panda's permission, experimenting with advanced spells on him like some sort of test rat. And now, commanding that Masayoshi do something so...so vulgar... Lawrence hadn't threatened to do anything if the red panda didn't obey him. No promises of punishment, nor of rewards if Masayoshi did as he was told. The mouse just gave the order and expected it to be followed, no questions asked.

The red panda squirmed some more, but that only made him scoot further down, fully underneath the mouse teen's balls by the time Lawrence reached the mess hall for breakfast. So when the mouse sat down at one of the long benches, his sack's full weight smothered over Masayoshi's body. His face was buried in scrotum, the scent of it forced directly into his nostrils.

Why? he asked himself. Why did Lawrence think it was okay to treat him like this all of a sudden? Why did...

Why...did his dormmate's balls smell so good?

He hated admitting that to himself, but the musk he was surrounded by, the aroused heat that felt like it was broiling him, even the way he was being treated... It was all turning him on almost as much as it was the mouse. The red panda's hips nudged forward of their own accord, pressing his fully extended member into Lawrence's sack fluff. He was as hard as he'd ever been in his life.

A submissive whimper escaped his lips, the same as the one he'd squeaked out earlier. With tears forming in the corners of his eyes, he reluctantly opened his mouth and once again sampled the salty tang of a rodent giant's testicles.

The first lick led to a second, and that to another, the red panda's tongue working slowly over the same spot over and over until he could no longer taste Lawrence's unique flavor. Only then did Masayoshi move to another spot, a fraction of a millimeter to one side. More whimpers escaped him between uncertain licks, breathing deeply of the rodent's scent.

There was a certain satisfaction when Lawrence, caught midsentence in a conversation with their oblivious friends, cut off with a squeak of his own, but the mouse went on a moment later, covering for the distraction smoothly, and the red panda continued with blood rushing to his face. Oh, if the other students could see this... He would never live it down.

More tears formed, but they were each dried by all the ball fluff smothering him. He was crying, which only made him feel more humiliated, but he never stopped licking, even after his tongue started to go dry. At least it wasn't Torra he was trapped under, he told himself. He actually liked Lawrence, unlike the great dane, though Masayoshi wasn't sure anymore why that was. The mouse was proving every bit as much a bully now that he had the little red panda under his control. But rational or not, there was something comforting about the way the mouse balls' weight fully pinned him to the solid bench beneath him. There was something soothing about being hidden from all the other students nearby, tucked away and concealed with none of them the wiser, and only he and Lawrence knowing what was going on in the mouse's pants. Masayoshi realized then that despite everything, he actually still trusted the giant mouse.

It was irrational. He knew that. But there it was, all the same. Lawrence had been treating him like a pet or a toy, but he'd never done anything at all to hurt the red panda. Even that magical transformation had only felt bizarre, not at all painful. Somehow he knew that whatever Lawrence intended to do with him, it wouldn't be harmful, just...humiliating and degrading, probably. That still made him angry. It made him furious. It had to make him furious, didn't it?

...He would remember to get angry again just as soon as he could clear his head with some fresh air. For now, he licked.

***

One boring Restoration class and two walks through the hallways later, a pair of dexterous fingers and a thumb closed around the red panda's ankles and hauled him out of the mouse's underwear. "You didn't get anywhere close to all of it," Lawrence told him, grinning at the upside-down micro.

Masayoshi gasped for breath, but the air wasn't much fresher than the inside of the other teenager's briefs. After looking around himself and realizing where they were, the red panda gulped, looking up at the rodent's big face and giving his head a small, plaintive shake. They were in the men's lavatory again.

Lawrence snickered. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to use you like Torra did. I don't even have to go right now. Just thought we'd have some privacy here." With his free hand, he started pushing down his tight black trousers and underwear, shimmying his hips to slip them down past his knees before stepping out of them.

They were in a wooden toilet stall, the toilet's lid shut and helping to mute the smell of the water from inside it. That is, until Lawrence lifted the wooden lid up. The mouse used both hands to turn Masayoshi right-side-up, lowering the red and yellow panda until the tiny male was standing right on the lip of the toilet's seat.

Masayoshi gasped, his legs wobbly enough that he was afraid he might topple right into the huge bowl. Above him, Lawrence just giggled, watching him find his balance, foot pads slipping slightly on the smooth, polished ivory of the toilet seat.

Once the red panda had his feet under him, Lawrence smiled down at him while pulling his mage's robe off of his shoulders and hanging it from a hook in the lavatory wall. Now wearing only his shirt, the mouse's smile seemed unexpectedly shy, despite all the time Masayoshi had spent already plastered against the oversized rodent sack dangling right above him.

When the teenaged mouse turned around and lifted his furless tail high, Masayoshi couldn't help but keep staring. Lawrence's bottom really was glorious. Round and full, with broad, smoothly tapered hips and just a touch of perky jiggle, it really was a shame to keep its shape hidden all the time under those baggy robes. But it made the red panda think of his recent transformation, his own plumped backside even fuller now than his roommate's, proportionately.

Lawrence stood there for a few seconds, letting the red panda drink in the sight, then slowly began to sit down. Masayoshi panicked, at first, thinking he was about to get crushed under the giant mouse's rump, but Lawrence's hips swung past him from above, instead, giving him a close-up glimpse of the mouse's pink tailhole and pale gray taint before he had to duck under his friend's balls to keep from getting knocked into the toilet bowl. The mouse settled with his thighs resting to either side of the tiny panda, his three-inch erection pointing straight at Masayoshi's face. "All right, Jonquille," the mouse said, scooting forward until his member was right in front of the red panda. "Give my dick a kiss."

The fur on the back of Masayoshi's neck lifted slightly, and he glared up at the mouse's placid smile. The red panda should have jumped off the toilet and run under the lavatory door. There were bound to be other students outside who could help him. With all this Jonquille nonsense, he should have bitten his dormmate right on the glans, first. But Lawrence just smiled invitingly down at him, ignoring the micro's obvious indignation. Masayoshi couldn't pretend he wasn't turned on. He'd been sporting a full erection ever since getting dumped into the mouse's underwear.

Sighing, the red panda leaned forward and took his friend's cock in both hands, holding it steady. It took all of his insignificant strength to keep it from slipping from between his palms when Lawrence flexed it with a pleased hitch in his breath.

Masayoshi kept looking up at the mouse's big, eager eyes, and the red and gold panda's glare weakened into something more plaintive as he trembled, leaned in, and brushed his lips across the smoothly pebbled flesh to one side of the mouse's cum slit. Neither male blinked as the panda gave Lawrence's cock a demure smooch.

"That was a peck on the cheek," Lawrence said when the red panda pulled back, though the mouse's shaft tried to flex out of the micro's paws again. Still smiling, the mouse went on. "I want a kiss on the lips."

The panda turned his eyes down on the glans he was holding, its youthful musk drowning out the less pleasant smells in the lavatory. Lawrence's cum slit waited mere millimeters in front of Masayoshi's nose. It wasn't parted at all, fortunately, but the pink crease was visibly moist, the smooth, slippery flesh glistening in the room's faint lantern light. It was small, compared to the size of the rest of the mouse. Cute, really. Hardly a pillar of masculinity; if the red panda had been his normal size, he would have outclassed Lawrence's endowment easily.

Masayoshi glanced up at his friend's face, then gulped and leaned in again, tilting his muzzle slightly as he pressed the front of it into the spongy-firm flesh of the mouse's tip, that cum slit spreading just a little at that contact, almost as if gasping.

Up above, the mouse himself gasped, as well, and Lawrence's shaft flexed again, tilting up toward the mouse's shirt. Leaning toward it already, Masayoshi found his feet at the very inner edge of the toilet seat, and he wound up gasping, too, realizing the length of his body was bridging the gap between the smooth seat and Lawrence's crotch. Still holding onto the sides of the mouse's cock tip, he looked down between his arms, freezing in place when he saw water underneath him. That water looked clean enough, but this was a latrine he was perched above, and his nose confirmed that he wanted nothing to do with what waited below him.

Looking back up, he found the mouse nibbling on his lower lip while watching him. "Lawri..." Masayoshi stretched out at an angle to keep ahold of the mouse's glans. He tried to push himself back with his hands, but that just made Lawrence's tense shaft wobble in place, and the red panda almost lost his footing. "A...a little help?"

Lawrence's thighs flexed to either side of the panda, but the mouse only shifted himself ever so slightly backward where he sat, widening the gap between his privates and the front of the toilet. The red panda had to strain just to keep his toes on the seat's lip. He was stretched as far as he could go, his abdomen protesting from maintaining that position. Gritting his teeth, his eyes were wide as he looked up and met the mouse's excited gaze once more. "Lawri, please..."

The mouse's cock flexed again, pulling Masayoshi forward, and his feet slipped off the edge of the toilet seat. Lawrence's member was too slippery to keep ahold of, too, and the red panda let out a horrified cry, but he didn't fall far. The mouse hastily scooted his hips forward just in time for the panda to catch at the fur of Lawrence's ball sack, his body swinging and dangling underneath those huge orbs with his feet dangerously close to the toilet water as he clutched desperately to those soft tufts of hair.

Squeaking from the sudden, pinching tug to the front of his scrotum, Lawrence peered down at the red panda from between his upper thighs. "Woah, that was a close one, huh?" He giggled, reaching down and squeezing at his erection, making a small humping motion with his hips that swung Masayoshi forward and back. Luckily for both of them, the panda didn't weigh much at all, and Masayoshi was able to pull himself up a little, hugging his chest to the front of the mouse's balls and clinging as tightly as he could while that sack wobbled around inside the toilet bowl.

Without making any attempt to help the micro, Lawrence began slowly stroking himself. "Just hold on for a little bit," he advised. When he leaned forward to pick something up from beside his feet, Masayoshi found himself dangling with his feet kicking over the water again. Big as they were, the mouse's balls still weren't low hangers, so they moved with the rest of the rodent's groin, tilting forward until Lawrence sat back up. The red panda hastily climbed his way higher, until he was able to rest his whole body against the front of his dormmate's sack, nestled right in the crease between the mouse's nuts.

Masayoshi squeezed his eyes shut, pressing the side of his face against the musky balls he was clinging to, ears swiveling upward at the sound of the mouse's paw lightly fapping against his crotch right above the red panda's head. When he dared to look, he found Lawrence holding his linen underwear in his free hand for some reason. The mouse was staring right down at him, smiling and panting through an open mouth. "Won't take long, as worked up as you've made me."

Saying nothing back, the red panda tried to find purchase with his toes along the lower slopes of the mouse's scrotum. The orbs were jostling around constantly from the mouse's masturbation, but it wasn't enough to shake Masayoshi from his perch. Lawrence's hand moved faster and faster, jerking himself between a thumb and three fingers, and before long the mouse let out a squeak and brought his linens in front of his erection just as his oversized balls spasmed and drew up between his thighs.

Masayoshi could hear the fluids churning inside the mouse's testicles as it was shot up and out Lawrence's shaft, splattering into the cloth in the mouse's hand. Each gush of rodent cum was preceded by an upward lurch of the mouse's sack, the orbs actually vibrating against the front of the red panda's body. It went on for perhaps half a minute before Lawrence slumped in place, sighing in gratification.

The mouse was still and quiet for perhaps half a minute more, long enough that Masayoshi's arms and legs were starting to get really tired. The huge rodent didn't stir until the red and gold panda squeaked up at him, "Lawri...?"

Then Lawrence took a deep, satisfied breath and leaned back, peering down at the micro dangling with his nuts in the toilet bowl. "Right. Gonna be late for class, at this rate," he said, chuckling good-naturedly while reaching down and closing his fingers around Masayoshi's chest. For once, the panda didn't mind being in his friend's grasp, and he let out a relieved sigh as he was placed on top of the mouse's thigh.

Above him, Lawrence brought his cum-soaked underwear up close to the mouse's muzzle, giving it a tentative sniff, then shivering with an ornery grin and a slight blush as he looked down toward Masayoshi. Without moving the little male, the mouse leaned forward, his slim belly looming close as he slipped his feet into the soaked undergarment, then pulled it up past his ankles.

Masayoshi's ears perked when he was lifted up again, held in front of his mouse friend's nose. "Lawri," he finally thought to ask, a sense of dread growing in the pit of his stomach, "Why did you cum all over your linens?"

The mouse just smiled and brought him in to plant a small smooch on the red panda's cringing face. Then he lowered the little panda between his spread knees.

Lawrence's legs were parted enough to stretch his underwear out between his ankles, and when Masayoshi looked down past his own dangling feet, he saw the fabric drawn taut, like a trapese artist's net twice his height below him. A net so covered with rodent semen, it was semi-transparent and dripped all the way through. A puddle of pearly slime sat in the middle of it, too much to absorb into the linen.

Before he could protest, Masayoshi was in freefall, but only for a split second before he splatted down into that mess. He yelped, trying to land on his feet but slipping, flopping onto his side and rolling onto his back, Lawrence's cum smearing into his fur from practically every angle. It stuck to his body everywhere it touched, making a web around him that nearly glued him to the inside of the rodent's briefs.

He tried to roll back around, but only slipped onto his belly when the soaked fabric shifted underneath him. The mouse was standing, and soon Masayoshi's underwear net was being hauled higher up the larger student's legs, stopping with the red panda nestled between the mouse's inner thighs.

Masayoshi managed to sit up, bracing one arm on the front of the linen pouch beneath him, and looked up past the looming ceiling of the mouse's pale balls, finding Lawrence smiling down at him. "Gods," the mouse murmured, his softened cock twitching. "That's hot enough to make me want to go again." He shook his head, though, his paws still at the sides of the under garment, and after another moment to appreciate the sight, he pulled his undies the rest of the way up, sealing Masayoshi once more against the mouse's immense scrotum with a lewd, audible squish. The red panda's prison quivered around him as the mouse reacted to that sensation, then jostled about as Lawrence stepped into his trousers, as well. The dim light filtering in through the soaked briefs vanished completely, leaving the poor micro trapped in darkness and musk.

The smell of rodent sperm consumed him as he was rocked to and fro with Lawrence's steps. The red panda had to breathe through his mouth, that aroma was so strong, and he could even taste it, though he was careful not to let any moisture get inside his small muzzle. The mouse was lucky he was wearing black pants, because in any other trousers, he would doubtless have a wet patch on his crotch and drooling down his legs already. As it was, Masayoshi couldn't imagine how the other students missed that overwhelming scent.

The shrunken panda bathed in it. Lawrence soon arrived at his next lesson and sat down with a loud, wet squelch that had to have been audible from outside, his balls smushing all around Masayoshi while the mouse's warm taint pinned the micro's feet. The red panda could barely breathe, both from the immense weight smothering him and from the thick musk around him. The mouse's scrotum fur was as drenched as he was, by now, the nuts plastered down to either side of him while Lawrence sat, threatening to crush the red panda each time the mouse grinded against his seat. Which he did a lot.

Getting dizzy, Masayoshi clung to consciousness, wriggling his arms up around his face to push at the thick, slime-covered fur above him, making a pocket of musk-filled air for him to breathe without getting cum or scrotum fur in his nostrils. It wore him out, but every time he let the taut pelt fall and cover his face, he could barely get a breath at all. It felt like someone was smothering him with a velvety pillow. A pillow made of mouse jizz.

He lasted through that whole class, and the next one, his head dizzy and his thoughts muddled, trying to distract himself by listening to the muffled sound of the instructors' voices. Then, finally, Lawrence bounced him back through the crowded university halls to their shared dorm room.

Above him, Lawrence let out a relieved breath. "Good. You're still here."

Masayoshi could just barely hear Torra's angry reply from somewhere in front of the mouse. "Of course I'm still here. I'm in a fucking cage." When the rodent merely set his things down on his bed, the great dane added, "Where's the panda bitch?"

The red panda bristled at the insult, then grunted when Lawrence's paw fondled him through the mouse's trousers against the larger male's balls. "Right where he's supposed to be," was his glib reply, and Masayoshi tried to catch his breath while he was bounced back and forth, the sound of the room's single chair scraping across the floor. Another sway and shuffle, and the mouse dropped down suddenly, plopping his full rear in the seat and smashing his balls down on top of Masayoshi harder than ever.

With a squeak, the tiny panda pounded the side of his fist against one of those testicles in protest, but as expected, that just seemed to feel good for Lawrence. Even now, the mouse's crotch was so swampy the cum from hours ago hadn't dried, still clinging to the red panda's arm.

"Not gonna let him out?" Torra asked.

"I have to study for a test tomorrow," Lawrence replied. "He'll be too distracting once he's out; I won't be able to concentrate." His balls grinded heavily over the trapped micro once more. "So stop squirming, Jonquille. The sooner I finish this chapter, the sooner you get out of there. Should only take an hour or so."

Only recently recovering from pins and needles from cut-off circulation, Masayoshi's feet were once again pinned underneath the mouse's firm taint, so he wasn't going anywhere until all that weight lifted off him. He gave a few more fitful thumps of his arms, then slumped back, limp and defeated. He could only hope the mouse finished soon. The red panda was too worn out to hold that scrotum off his face anymore, and the rodent's balls covered his head as much as it did his diminutive body.

A book thumped down on the desk between their beds, and an hour or so passed while Masayoshi marinated in his roommate's cum. He was beginning to think the mouse had used magic to keep it all from drying up. But then, it was oppressively warm inside Lawrence's underwear. It could have been completely natural.

The red panda had begun to drift off, finally succumbing to all that smothering weight, when the sound of a book thumping shut shook him back to foggy awareness. He was given another rush of vertigo as Lawrence stood up, then jostled about as he heard the shuffling of cloth around him, first the mouse's robe and then his trousers slipping free and falling to Lawrence's bed. The faint light filtering through the mouse's underbriefs wasn't enough to prepare Masayoshi from the glare of lanternlight when those linens were finally lowered down the rodent's thick thighs, and the red panda shielded his eyes, squinting up at his friend's face as Lawrence reached down to scoop the messy panda up.

Cum tried to keep Masayoshi attached to the mouse's briefs, so Lawrence stepped out of them completely and lifted the entire bundle, carefully peeling the cloth off of the tiny, musk-ridden male in his hand. Masayoshi felt ragged. He knew he looked it, his new yellow fur sticking together in clumps all up and down his body, along with the red of his back and the white mask on his face. It all looked like it had been rubbed down with transparent tar, but Lawrence looked like he couldn't have been more pleased.

"Damn," Torra remarked from his glass prison. "The fuck did you do to him?"

"I came in my underwear and pinned him under my balls all day," the mouse said, his voice chipper.

Panting, Masayoshi looked up at his dormmate as he was lifted close to the huge male's face, trying to glare, but feeling too pitiful to manage it. "Lawrence... That was only fun for one of us."

"Don't worry," the rodent told him. "It's all about to be worth it." He moved to the side of the room where his mage's staff was propped and swept it up, holding it out to his side while opening his palm and letting Masayoshi orient himself on top of it. "Now try to hold still."

The red and gold panda pushed himself partway up to kneel with his rump on his heels, blushing at how much fuller it felt on top of his feet. Trapped under a rodent sack all day, he'd almost forgotten the changes Lawrence had already put him through. "Unless you're putting me back to normal, Lawri, you can go screw yourself." There. That sounded appropriately defiant.

But the mouse just shushed him, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he stared at the four-inch male in his palm. "Shh. You'll like this, I promise."

When he felt his fur starting to pinch at him all over as if it were being tugged on, Masayoshi shot to his feet. His breath hitched in his throat, but the uncomfortable sensation only lasted a second before relenting, and he wobbled unsteadily on Lawrence's soft palm pad. What little cum had managed to dry out had just melted again, and all of it was getting runny, the clumped tufts of fur matting down. All that cum thinned further, but it never dripped, somehow clinging to Masayoshi's colorful pelt, first looking like a layer of snot, then simple water, and then...

It was a gradual enough change that he didn't realize at first that he was completely dry. The thinning semen had absorbed itself right into his fur. Instead of changing his pelt's color, though, Lawrence's cum had made the panda so sleek, his body actually shone in the lantern light, glimmers of orange flame reflecting off his curves. He looked wet, almost slightly metallic, but when he brushed his fingers over his arm, he found his fur softer than ever. It felt like cashmere--or at least, what he thought cashmere would feel like if he was ever lucky enough to touch the expensive material--and as soon as his fingers left his fur, the hairs gently settled back against his skin to complete that velvety, form-hugging layer.

"Wow," Lawrence said, setting his staff down and caressing the red and gold panda's chest with a fingertip. "That worked even better than I thought it would. I'm going to have to start cumming on myself."

"You what?" Torra grumbled from his enclosure, but the mouse ignored him.

The naked rodent crouched down at the side of his bed and fished around, careful not to tilt his other palm, until he found his hand mirror. He held that up so that Masayoshi could see, the red panda's first good look at himself since he'd been shrunk.

He blinked. The micro male was gorgeous. It wasn't just his fur's new sheen, but the way his narrow shoulders slimmed down to an even thinner waist, then billowed out under his ribs to full, softly curved hips... If he'd been a full-sized woman, he would have the world on a string. Yet his masculine package didn't look out of place between his newly grown thighs. It might have been a little small when compared to Torra's or Lawrence's bits, even discounting the difference in his height, but his shining yellow balls and sheath just looked right on him, both sheath and sack round enough to accentuate the rest of his curves.

The red panda glanced up at Lawrence, then cleared his throat self-consciously while turning in place to one side to look at himself in profile. A furious blush started raging in his ears and cheeks.

Masayoshi's butt was huge. And yet...it still didn't look out of place. His legs were long and toned, even now that his thighs were thicker than before, and if his rump bubbled out prominently above them, well, at least it didn't sag, at all. The small of his back began a curve as dramatic as his waist, and he couldn't lower his tail quite as far as before his change that morning, his round bottom getting in the way. Only, if he gave his knee-length tail a downward flex just so...

His blush deepened when his tail slipped down into the cleft of his rump, visibly smushing his buttocks out to the sides. He could actually squeeze it between them! If it wasn't so fluffy, its plumed fur left with a sheen while still poofed out, he would have been able to hug around it entirely, hiding its base from view.

"Gods, Lawri, what did you do?"

"You like it," the mouse assured him happily.

Masayoshi shook his head. "I don't look like me!"

"You got a hard-on by looking at your own reflection," Lawrence pointed out, tossing his mirror onto Masayoshi's bed, next to the mouse's discarded clothes. It seemed that's where he'd been putting all of his things, clothes and college gear both. "You like it." The mouse closed his free hand around Masayoshi, fingers curling around the red panda's back and thumb covering his chest, leaving the tiny male's newly formed erection free to wave in the air in front of him, which was absolutely humiliating when Lawrence carried him over to the specimen cage. Surprisingly, though, the mouse didn't lower him down, instead reaching inside and pulling Torra out in the same manner before the eight-inch dog could evade his reaching paw.

With a micro in each hand, Lawrence walked over to the head of his bed and set them both down on the pillow, soft enough that Masayoshi fell over once he had his feet underneath him. Torra crouched down to avoid the same embarrassment, growling under his breath as the naked mouse turned and rummaged in his pack for a moment. Lawrence came out with a wooden pencil, which he broke in half.

"What...?" Masayoshi began, only for the mouse to shush him once more, Lawrence's eyes narrowed again in concentration. The red panda huffed indignantly, but he waited, watching while the two pieces of pencil changed shape in the mouse's hold, flattening and narrowing in an odd way, until Masayoshi realized the mouse was magically shaping them into a pair of miniature wooden swords.

When he was done, the mouse turned to his two micros and held the swords out to them proudly.

Masayoshi took his and held it out in front of himself, confused. "What are these for?" he asked, hefting the practice blade in his grip. It was only a little more than two inches from pommel to tip, but that made it a long sword in his hands. Torra's wooden sword was an inch longer, but looked rather smaller in the great dane's grip. The dog looked insulted to be holding it.

"You said you don't look like yourself anymore," Lawrence told the red panda. "I thought maybe this would help you to feel a little more normal."

The altered panda tilted his head, giving the practice sword a swing through the air. Its edges were blunt and rounded, but he had to admit, he did feel better holding a sword again. It felt lighter than the practice blades he used on the sparring grounds.

Torra grunted disdainfully. "And what the hells do you expect us to do with them?"

"You know," Lawrence began, climbing onto the bed and flopping onto his belly with his chin propped in his paws in front of them, smiling happily. His weight knocked them both onto their backs, and Masayoshi actually tumbled off the pillow closer to the mouse until Lawrence plucked him up and set him back next to Torra. "Spar! You might be smaller now, but that doesn't mean you can't do anything."

The red panda watched Torra lumbering back to his feet, trying not to pay attention to the canine's jiggling bits. "Lawri, he's twice as tall as me..."

"He's always been bigger than you, Jonquille."

Grimacing at the name, Masayoshi rolled his eyes. "Not this much bigger."

"Doesn't matter," Torra grumbled, flipping his toy sword in the air and catching it by the hilt. "You never beat me at the sparring grounds, either." And without warning, he swung down at the little panda, who only barely got his sword up in time to keep his head from getting clobbered.

The force of the blow knocked him onto his side, but he swiftly rolled back to his feet, moving instinctively to a fighting stance despite the unsteady footing. "Fine," he growled, tail flicking behind him, lifted slightly to help his balance. This did feel familiar. He was sure he knew the outcome of the match already, but it still felt good to have a weapon in his paw, even if it was as small as his finger had been at full size.

Torra attacked again, always on the offensive. His tactics never changed, but why should they? They worked. Masayoshi was faster than the great dane, though, parrying when he had to, dodging when he could, and darting forward to strike at the canine's powerful legs every chance he got. That wasn't to say Torra was a lumbering idiot, of course. The dog was swift, too, far nimbler than he deserved to be, and even though Masayoshi had the edge in that regard, his pencil-sword was never quite able to connect.

Their footing was ridiculous. Both of them lost their balance on their own more than once, and each time one of them rolled or slid off the edge of the pillow, Lawrence's paw would be there to help them back on top of their soft arena. The mouse looked immensely pleased with the performance, his skinny tail wagging above him like a canine's.

It wasn't long before Masayoshi lost the bout. Torra was forcing him back with swing after rapid swing, not even trying to hit the red and gold panda, just keeping Masayoshi from retaliating, and just when the smaller male was about to topple off the side of the pillow, Torra swept down, grabbed him by the arm, and swung him around to toss him back the way they'd come.

The girlish red panda sprawled onto his belly, and before he could think to push himself back up, he felt a wooden blade at the side of his neck. "I win, Daffodil," Torra said, crouched down at the smaller male's side.

Masayoshi took a deep breath, then conceded, "You win, Torra." Then he batted the practice sword aside and got to his feet. "Again."

Torra grinned toothily, and then began round two.

The second bout ended much the same as the first, as did the third, and the fourth. By that time, both micros were panting in exertion, but Masayoshi found he was actually enjoying himself. When he managed to ignore just how naked they both were, at least. Torra's junk wobbled and bounced with every move he made, and that wide fighter's stance just served to draw the eye right to those round balls and sheath.

The red panda could feel the leer in his opponent's eyes, too. He always tried to keep himself facing the great dane, but Torra kept finding ways to spin him around to get an eyeful of the four-inch male's newly full ass, which Masayoshi could feel bouncing with his every step. Then there was Lawrence, who was getting a lewd show no matter which way the combatants faced. But when Masayoshi ignored all that, he enjoyed himself. It didn't matter that he always lost. Like Lawrence had said, sparring made him feel like_him_, whatever he looked like.

After the fifth round, with Masayoshi on his back and his sword flung a few inches to his side, Torra's blade pointed at his prone chest, Lawrence reached forward and plucked the red panda's practice blade up, setting it well out of reach next to him. He reached his paw out toward the great dane next, palm up expectantly.

"What?" Torra demanded, breathing heavily.

"You soldiers all spar unarmed, too, right?" the mouse asked, and after a moment, Torra grinned and gave up his own practice sword.

Masayoshi got wearily to his feet, still panting. "Come on, Lawri. Seriously?"

"You do need the practice," the mouse told him.

Then Torra kicked him in the chest.

It wasn't enough to injure him, but he certainly felt it, the full force of the dog's paw knocking him onto his back all over again, and before he could so much as draw a breath, the canine was there above him, planting the same foot right on the spot he'd kicked, pressing down against the bruise and making Masayoshi grunt.

"This...isn't sparring," the red panda gritted out.

The great dane leaned in close, putting even more weight on his foot. "What? You want me to punch you in the face a few times instead? Because I can do that."

Lawrence didn't put a stop to it, instead saying, "You need a lot of work getting out of grapples, Jonquille."

"You...call this...a grapple?"

"Well, he's got you pinned..."

Gritting his teeth, Masayoshi grasped the sides of the eight-inch canine's paw and shoved up with all his might. It didn't move Torra at all, but thanks to the pillow beneath him, the red panda's body sank down a whole inch, more than enough for him to roll to the side and get back to--

A meaty fist closed around his tail and lifted him off his feet. He squeaked in discomfort, then gasped when a broad palm spanked his full bottom, making him swing where he dangled.

The red panda was dropped onto the pillow before he could fully come to terms with what just happened, and he hastily clambered to his feet, rubbing at his stinging rump with his tail tucked low.

"I win that round," Torra said, grinning down at him.

When the dog immediately lunged for him again, clearly aiming to catch him rather than to land a blow, Masayoshi rolled to his side, using the soft footing to his advantage as he slammed his weight down right next to Torra's foot, making the figurative ground drop out from underneath the dog. Torra fell, and for once, things went in the red panda's favor. Masayoshi was back on his feet before the towering micro, and he got a good bounce on the pillow to leap up, aiming to drop a knee on the small of the larger male's back.

Torra rolled out of the way too quickly, though, and didn't bother getting up at all. When Masayoshi landed, he found a palm in his face, thick fingers curling around his head, and he was twisted about and dragged down on top of the canine, the back of his head against Torra's furry chest.

The red panda flailed blindly, and he could hear the dog laughing. It was never a good thing when Torra laughed.

The smaller male's strikes weren't of any help. Torra dragged him further, crosswise toward the dog's other side, until the red panda's back was draped over the canine's middle. With one hand still covering Masayoshi's face, the great dane rested his other arm over the smaller student's thighs, bending the little panda and forcing him to arch his back over Torra's abdomen, feeling that chiseled six-pack against his spine.

"Do you yield?" the dog asked.

When Masayoshi tried to bite his palm, Torra adjusted his grip to clamp the red panda's petite muzzle shut.

"Do you yield?"

The smaller micro shook his head, thrashing as much as he was able, grasping at Torra's paw and trying to pry those fingers away from his face.

The dog curled his lower body up until his thighs were pinning Masayoshi to his belly, then rolled forward and sat up, flopping the red panda belly-down over his lap. Torra adjusted his grip, releasing the smaller micro's face to grasp the back of Masayoshi's head, dragging him forward to prop his hips over the dog's thigh and smothering his face down against the warm pillowcase. "Do you yield?" he asked again, his free hand wrapping around the red panda's tail and lifting it high, putting Masayoshi's feminine bottom on full display.

The fur on the back of the panda's neck tried to lift, and he let out a muffled, "Screw you, Torra!"

He was spanked again. His tail stayed lifted of its own accord from the shock of it, three swift slaps to his lifted ass that made the cheeks jiggle like mad.

"Yield, Daffodil."

Masayoshi clenched his teeth, thumping his elbows back against the bully's leg. "I don't yield," he growled, though he knew he handed Torra a victory every time he responded to that nickname.

More spanks. A flurry of them that actually brought tears to his eyes. He tried to flatten down his tail, but the hand behind his head released him to keep that tail lifted. That let him push himself up to his forearms, but Torra still had him effectively pinned. "Yield."

Now that he was looking up, Masayoshi found himself staring into Lawrence's huge face, the mouse's chin still propped in his paws above the micros. "Lawri... This isn't sparring..."

He was spanked again, and again, and again, his soft bottom feeling like it should be glowing from the painful heat Torra's palm was swatting into it. Lawrence just watched without a word, eyes wide and lips parted to let him breathe through his mouth.

"Yield," Torra commanded.

Masayoshi realized he wasn't going to get any help at all from his friend, and the same sense of betrayal from last night returned. He went stone faced, squirmed in place, and admitted to himself that he wasn't getting out of this until the great dane let him. What he said, though, was a firm, growled, "No."

Slap! Slap, slap, slapslapslapslapSLAP! The last impact was the strongest yet, and it drew a pained cry from the red panda, his tears overflowing and trickling down his cheeks. This time, Torra's palm stayed planted on the tiny male's aching bottom, feeling over its silky curves. "Yield."

Sniffling, Masayoshi just shook his head.

The bully didn't spank him, this time. Instead, Torra dipped his thumb underneath the red panda's lifted tail, delving it into the younger teen's cleft and prying that cheek out to the side, exposing the golden inner canyon to the dog's eyes. "Damn," Torra muttered. "He really did turn it yellow."

At first Masayoshi couldn't figure out what the larger micro was talking about, until he remembered what Lawrence had said that morning. Torra was looking at the flesh of the panda's yellow tailhole.

Torra's grin was audible in his voice. "I wonder what color it is on the inside."

The panda could feel the canine's claw dig into the innermost curve of his rump cheek, right where yellow flesh met the rim of golden fur. A sharper squeeze tugged the prone panda's tiny tailstar out to one side, and he went still with a whine.

"Yield."

For an instant, Masayoshi hesitated. How far was the great dane willing to take this if he didn't do as he was told and yield? He already knew the answer; Torra had no inhibitions whatsoever. But that just meant he was going to do what he wanted, regardless of the red panda's answer.

So instead, Masayoshi looked back, braced himself with one paw on the pillow, and punched the side of the dog's swelling sheath.

All it did was make Torra grunt, but the canine did shove Masayoshi off of him, both micros getting to their feet and facing each other once more. "You're going to regret that, little bitch," the great dane growled, rubbing at his sheath. Surprisingly, his cock tip was peeking free, now. It hadn't been visible before the red panda's strike. "For that, you're getting the knot."

"Torra," Lawrence spoke up unexpectedly, and the mouse waited until both micros looked his way. "Sorry, but I'm not going to let you fuck Jonquille in the ass."

The dane snorted. "Like hell you're not."

For an instant, Lawrence's big ears flicked back at the tone of the dog's voice, but then they stood upright again, and the mouse said firmly, "Torra, you're not to put anything at all up Jonquille's tailhole. Not your finger, not your tongue, and most definitely not your cock. Understand?"

Torra just crossed his arms over his chest, lifting an eyebrow. "I'll shove my whole fist up there if I want to, little mouse."

Little didn't describe the rodent right then, but the dog didn't seem to notice. Not until Lawrence frowned and said sternly, "Anything you do to him, I can do to you, remember? You have a very pretty ass, too." Masayoshi almost laughed at that. Pretty like a pair of boulders. "And don't forget, I can make it even prettier if I want."

That gave Torra pause. Eventually the canine threw his arms in the air. "Then what the hells was the point of hand to hand sparring?"

"I thought it would be hot," the mouse said with a shrug. "And it was. But maybe it's time to go back to the swords."

Instead of returning the practice blades, though, the rodent reached out and hefted Torra off the pillow, then twisted slightly and set the great dane on Lawrence's gray back, then looked toward Masayoshi.

The red panda met his dormmate's pleasant smile and begrudgingly murmured, "Thanks."

The smile grew, and Lawrence whispered, "You're welcome," and wrapped his fingers around the little micro. Then he turned the red panda to face the other way, brought Masayoshi close, and planted a light smooch right on the little male's bottom, despite the panda's short tail being lowered and in his way. Even more quietly, the mouse murmured into the shocked micro's ear, "Mine," then reached back and placed Masayoshi on top of himself, right next to Torra.

When the mouse's paw reappeared holding his tiny practice sword, Masayoshi was too embarrassed by that kiss to take it at first, but eventually he did. Then Torra's wooden blade was returned, and Lawrence encouraged them to face off all over again. "Go ahead, you two. And don't be afraid to really stomp." The mouse settled with his face on his forearms, relaxing and waiting for the massage of the micros' feet.

Torra rolled his eyes, looking angry, but not as angry as Masayoshi felt after that humiliating spanking session. The red panda didn't waste a second, darting forward and stabbing his sword toward the dog's swaying testicles.

He was parried at the last second, and Torra scoffed down at him. "Don't forget who you're dealing with," the canine warned him, and they were soon back to dueling.

As always, Torra steered their movements, controlling the fight and circling around the little panda. Their arena was narrower, this time, with a longer drop if they got to the steeper parts of Lawrence's sides, but it was longer, too, and Masayoshi found himself retreating up between the mouse's shoulder blades before Torra sidestepped around him and forced him back the other way.

When they reached the small of the mouse's back, Torra didn't try to rotate the fight, instead pressing on until Masayoshi found himself bumping back into the root of the rodent's tail, still furred this close to his body. Lawrence giggled, swishing his tail upward and shoving the red panda toward Torra, who just palmed the little male's face and shoved him right back. Masayoshi landed on softer terrain, beside the tail this time, and realized as he got to his feet that he was standing on the upper slope of his friend's buttock.

Torra smirked down at him, then swung downward, forcing the red panda back a step with the strength of his strike. Another step back, and he was climbing the dramatic rise from the small of Lawrence's back to the peak of the mouse's left rump cheek, the fleshy ground underneath him rippling each time he set his foot down.

It was hardly a surprise, but as soon as he crested that gentle rise, Torra swung his sword in from the side, too quickly for Masayoshi to outright dodge with his unsteady footing. So the red panda blocked it with his sword, and was knocked off his perch, right between the mouse's bubbly ass cheeks.

He had to let go of his sword as he tumbled into the cleft underneath Lawrence's lifted tail, caught on his side with one buttock behind him and one in front. They were both perked at the moment, keeping him from sinking any further, but as the rodent let out a tittering, "Oh, gods," Lawrence arched his back slightly and lifted his rump upward, his rear cheeks parting just enough for a yelping Masayoshi to slip all the way down between their snowy white inner slopes.

He landed half seated with his legs sprawled back across the bottom of the mouse's scrotum, the red panda's back propped against Lawrence's short taint. And behind his head...

Holding his breath, Masayoshi slowly twisted to peer over one shoulder, knowing exactly what he would find. Pink dimples glistened moistly, a single vertical crease interrupted by two faint wrinkles angled to the sides and looking vaguely like a bird's footprint.

Torra slipped down the mouse's soft inner thigh, and Masayoshi forgot to keep holding his breath. The air down there didn't smell like he expected, though. There was the youthful musk of Lawrence's balls, yes, but aside from that, just a clean, fruity scent, somehow citrusy.

It was Torra who asked the obvious question, calling out to the rodent who was making no attempt to remove them from between his legs. "Mouse! Why's your ass smell like lemons?"

Lawrence cleared his throat, sounding embarrassed. "I...was going to sit on Jonquille later. Didn't want him to be grossed out."

The great dane shook his head, dropping his sword behind him as he approached the mouse's balls. "Fuckin' transmutation mages..."

Masayoshi pushed himself to his feet, only for the dog to grip his shoulder and spin him around, shoving him back down and pressing him up against the fullness of Lawrence's sack. "Yield," Torra growled into the red panda's ear, crouching down and pressing up against the smaller male's back.

Gritting his teeth, the panda admitted, "You won that round."

"That's not what I said." Arms hooked underneath his own, and he was dragged upward, feet leaving the blanket beneath them. "I told you to yield." That smooth, lightly furred sheath smushed up against his rear, the tapered tip still peeking from it and grazing the side of his tail.

Masayoshi tensed up, his rump perking against that touch. "He... He said..."

"I know damn well what he said," Torra snarled at him, shuffling forward, compressing Lawrence's balls up between the mouse's inner thighs and drawing a pleased moan from the huge rodent. "I'm not gonna fuck you." Hands wrapped behind the red panda's head, holding him in a full nelson and making him look straight ahead. "I'm gonna fuck him." Torra shoved him back on top of the mouse's voluminous nuts, crawling up there right behind him.

Lawrence gasped with a squeaked, "E-easy back there..."

But Torra ignored him, grabbing Masayoshi by the back of the neck and growling into the tiny male's ear, "With you," too quietly for the mouse to hear.

"What?" Staring at the pucker right in front of him, the red panda's brain short cirtuited. He couldn't figure out what Torra was saying, not until the great dane dragged him forward and held his face an inch in front of the mouse's back door. An inch in Masayoshi's terms, which was a fraction of a millimeter in reality.

The micro panda braced his paws in the soft fur and flesh of the mouse's inner cheeks at his sides, just past the rim of the huge male's sphincter. "L-Lawri! Lawri, help!"

"Mmph. What's he doing?"

Still ignoring the mouse, Torra leaned in again. "Now, Daffodil. Yield."

Masayoshi kept pressing his skull back against the palm cupping it. "You're...not going to stop whether I yield or not," he grunted out, and the great dane smirked.

"No. I'm not." And he closed that final gap, smearing Masayoshi's nose against the mouse's lemon-scented anus.

"Oh!" Lawrence gasped. "Jon...Jonquille? Is that you...or...?"

"Lawri, he's..." He managed to turn his face to one side, slipping his moist nose pad across the hot pink surface and replacing it with his cheek. Oh gods, was he really going to have to say it? "He's trying... He's trying to shove me up your tailhole!"

Another gasp, and the pucker clenched against him, buttocks hugging around both of the micros between them before relaxing a moment later. "Up my...!" While Masayoshi struggled against the insane dog behind him, the canyon above them parted slightly further. He looked up past his eyebrows, and could just make out Lawrence's fingertips gripping at his rump cheeks, spreading himself as the mouse murmured submissively, "O...okay."

The two micros both paused at that, but Torra was the first to recover, barking a crisp laugh. Then he was shoving again, and Masayoshi called out a desperate, "Lawriii!" as the top of his head squished against that bird's foot dimple. He moved his paws down to the back of his roommate's taint and pushed with all his might, but Torra just adjusted his grip and took full control of the red panda's head, dragging the tiny male's nose up that center crease and planting it right int the middle.

Masayoshi got to watch as his short, dainty muzzle disappeared in the folds of the mouse's sphincter. He blinked, and his eyelashes brushed across Lawrence's hot-fleshed tailstar. Stunned, disbelieving, the red panda went still, and Torra took advantage of his vulnerability, pushing hard.

The dog had the mouse's natural tightness to contend with along with the panda's resistance, but ever so slowly, after sinking forward slightly, the mouse's anus began to spread further around Masayoshi's face. It squished against his closed eyelids, back around his forehead, kissed the front of his ears before pinning them back, and...

He cried out when the relaxed sphincter gave an instinctive clench and pulled him in with an abrupt lurch, cinching tight around his neck. Masayoshi's eyes flew open wide, but everything was pitch black, and he had to close them again immediately when the flesh around him squeezed down. He gasped, and though he was relieved that Lawrence had magicked his insides to smell like citrus, too, there wasn't much air in there for him to breathe. "Torra, please, stop!" he called out.

He didn't know if the great dane could hear him, but it didn't matter, either way. Torra had his arms tucked back against his sides, and was shoving again. Masayoshi squished a tiny bit deeper, then a little more, his shoulders eventually prying the mouse's back door wide enough to squeeze inside, and Torra didn't have to pin them down anymore.

The red panda flailed around with his feet, landing a few kicks on his tormentor, a few others swinging down against Lawrence's balls, but neither of the other males did anything to help. Torra's hand grabbed the base of his tail and used it as a handle, cramming more of him inside of the mouse's rectum, until he was in all the way to his elbows. Then his tail was dropped, and two meaty hands planted themselves on the soft curves of his bottom, shoving powerfully to get his hips to test the elasticity of Lawrence's tailhole.

Masayoshi could hear the mouse groan. It echoed all around him, an internal rumble that almost obscured the feminine mewl through layers of flesh, muscle and fat. There was a moment of vertigo as Lawrence lifted his rump upward, another firm push against the panda's red and yellow ass, and with another lurch, the panda slid inside up to his thighs.

The next squeeze pulled him in deeper all by itself. Torra's paws left him, and it wasn't until after his knees sank inside and his ankles were pinned together that he felt the great dane again.

This time, if what Masayoshi felt was correct, that was the dog's thick cock, fully erect and rubbing against the red panda's feet. It began humping against them, urging them to slip past the last of the rodent tailhole's resistance, and all those internal clenches only helped the dog in his efforts. Soon only Masayoshi's toes were free, and he felt the canine's pointed tip right against the pad of his paw, slowly pushing forward.

Torra's cock followed his feet inside and began poking his toes over and over again. The eight-inch canine was fucking Lawrence in the ass after stuffing Masayoshi inside it first.

Whimpering, the red panda suffered an internal clench that seemed like it was trying to crush him, and when that flex relented, he was drawn deep enough that he couldn't feel Torra's cock against his feet any longer. His upper body was forced to bend and twist to one side, but that wasn't the worst of it. He was growing dizzy from lack of fresh air, his head spinning, and as more of his body twisted around that internal bend, he began panting open-mouthed at the air inside his friend's ass.

It wasn't enough. Lemon-scented or not, that wasn't oxygen he was breathing, and as he was strangled with another clench, the red panda passed out.

***

Lawrence huffed a flustered breath as Torra pulled out of him after several minutes of knot-fucking the much larger mouse. The eight-inch canine stepped back and slid off of Lawrence's balls, much to the rodent's relief, and Lawrence let the bully take his time in walking back around the mouse's foot, back up past his leg, and finally up beside the larger male's face.

Torra smeared his paw over the front of his receding cock, gathering a thick webwork of his cum, and approached Lawrence's muzzle. The great dane held out his arm and commanded, "Lick."

The mouse's ears folded back, blushing furiously. He should have reprimanded the canine for his audacity, but right at that moment, still feeling full as though he had a four-inch cock lodged inside of him... Lawrence licked the little dog's paw obediently, cleaning all that cum off with one swipe of his tongue.

"Good bitch."

Lawrence tried not to acknowledge the warm glow that derogatory praise brought him.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself up to his knees, then picked the great dane up with his fingers underneath Torra's arms. Torra didn't complain as he was carried from the bed and lowered into his glass cage, looking more in control of the situation than Lawrence felt.

Standing next to the cage, the mouse lowered his paw to rub over his belly, clenching his undefined abs to feel his unconscious roommate somewhere deep in his colon. "That was so hot," he murmured, reaching further and taking hold of his modest erection. He fondled his big sack with his other hand, swishing his tail behind him as he closed his eyes and began humping through his fingers. "I wish I had seen it happen." He should have kept that mirror handy, but it was too late, now.

"Trust me, bitch," Torra told him, "it's not something you can un-see."

Already pushed so close to his peak, Lawrence came on the spot, covering the cage in a fresh coating of his seed. It lasted a while, and after he settled down, he stumbled over to the red panda's side of the room, finding one of Masayoshi's--no, Jonquille's--shirts and wiping his member clean before it could resheath itself fully. Then, after thinking about it for a while, he found a fresh pair of his underwear and redressed, hefting his mage's staff and heading for the door. "Off to dinner!" he told Torra merrily.

"Don't give a shit," was his answer, but he was already on his way. Climaxing always gave him a huge appetite.

He didn't feel Jonquille move inside him through the entire meal. That should have worried him, but he was pretty sure the red panda was all right. Lawrence had altered his anatomy enough to supply some air within his rectum and colon, just not much. So the mouse let himself relax and mingle with his friends with no signs that anything at all was out of the ordinary, aside perhaps from an extra wiggle of his butt against his seat now and again.

When a fox friend invited him and a bunch of others over to the fox's room for a few hours of cards, Lawrence went along happily, only returning to his own dorm late that night, tired but content. He found Torra snoring next to the dog's water dish, and undressed quietly, careful not to wake the dominant dane.

He thought about letting Jonquille out before bed. Lawrence wasn't sure he could keep up that air supply while he slept. But the mouse was very tired at this point, and he wasn't even sure how deep his panda friend had been squeezed up inside him by now, so he just flopped on his bed, nestled under the covers, and closed his eyes for the night.

One way or another, he'd let his friend out of his ass in the morning.