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Virgil stood on his doorstep and fumbled around with his keys until he found the one for his house. He didn't understand why his dad insisted on locking the doors during the day when everyone was home. Maybe it was because he was a mouse too, their species naturally a little more paranoid than most.

He opened the door and stepped inside. His dad who was sitting on the couch, didn't notice him, he was too engrossed in his laptop at the time; Virgil decided not to bother him. His mom was in the kitchen, she loved to cook so he guessed she was trying out a new recipe. Virgil started up the stairs eager to get to his room, but stopped when he heard his mother's voice behind him. "Hi honey, you're home late."

Virgil turned around to see his mother right behind him. She was a vixen, a rather tall one at that, standing over a head taller than both him and his dad, sometimes he wished he took after her instead. He looked up at her smiling face, "Hey mom, I was just hanging out with Tim."

"Oh, how is your boyfriend?"

Virgil rolled his eyes, "Mom, he's not my boyfriend. We're just friends, okay?"

"Hm, shame, you two would make a cute couple." she giggled and walked back toward the kitchen, "Alright, I'll leave you alone. Just make sure you're hungry, I'm cooking something new tonight."

Virgil felt something wriggle around in his shirt pocket, "Okay Mom, I'll see you at dinner." and with that started back up the stairs, even more excited now that his pet was awake, and hurried to his room.

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"Alright, I'll leave you alone. Just make sure you're hungry, I'm cooking something new tonight." Ryan's eyes flew open and looked around wildly trying to discern exactly where he was. Most of what he saw was darkness, with what looked like little folds going up and down the otherwise utter blackness until they reached a small sliver of light at the top, an opening perhaps? Was he in a cave? It didn't seem like it, the walls and floor were soft and sank around him, molding to his shape. The exception being the wall to his left, which was hard and warm.

"Okay Mom, I'll see you at dinner." With that, it all came flooding back to him: detention, the weird powder stuff, and becoming Virgil's pet... The pocket Ryan was in started to shake and he heard a door slam. Virgil must have taken him to his room. Suddenly, the world turned and gravity forced Ryan against the front of the pocket as he went into what can only be described as a free fall. It only lasted for a few seconds, and when it was over he landed back against Virgil's chest. Ryan sat up, this time being supported by the mouse's body, only to be lifted off of it by two white pillars that gently grasped him. The giant fingers pulled him out of the pocket and brought him to the smiling face of his new master, whose red eyes watched him as he began to speak.

"Hey little guy, welcome to your new home!" Virgil noticed the terrified look on the tiny lion's face, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything, as long as you behave that is." Virgil giggled and sat up, placing Ryan on his palm. "Well, what do you think?" Ryan looked around the room, astonished by how big everything looked, being half an inch tall would take some getting used to...

Virgil's room was a pretty big on its own. It was able to fit a queen size bed, full-sized couch, a desk, and a large bookshelf with room to spare. A state of the art stereo system paid tribute to the posters lining the walls that depicted various bands from past and present, apparently Virgil was a big music lover. In addition to that, it housed a wall-mounted T.V., a top of the line computer, and the latest game system. 'His parents must be loaded.'

Virgil lifted the lion to his face, "Not bad huh?" he said with a wink.

Ryan was still shaking, "I...its Impressive... uh....V-"

"Call me master."

"Right! Sorry.... master..." Virgil's smile perked up and he laughed inside his head. Tim was right, having all this power, it was fun.

"Don't worry about it. Like I said, as long as you're obedient, you'll be fine."

"Oh.. okay. Y-you know I'm surprised you've been so nice to me, especially after what an a-ass I was to you."

"I'm surprised too, you put me through hell for two years and it's like all that is behind me now. I think you've learned your lesson though," Virgil turned his head to the side and rested his chin on his free hand, "If you haven't... I could always let Tim have a go at you..."

Timothy Burgess was a scrawny iguana morph that always wore black and liked to sit in the back of the room. Physically, he was pretty unimposing; but personality-wise, he could be pretty damn scary. He was nice enough around his group friends, but if you made him mad enough, his glare could send chills down even the (normally) 7'6" lion's spine. At this size, who knows what he'd be able to do, what he would do?

"N-n-no thank you... I-I've learned my lesson master, really!"

Vigil turned back to his pet, "That's what I thought. Now. Lets see if we can't get you situated..." Virgil stood up and started walking toward his closet.

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"Well, if it isn't my favorite grandson, how are you doing?" asked a young-looking, yet elderly iguana Anthro as she sipped her coffee.

Tim sat down at the table in the center of the small kitchen of his grandmother's house, "I'm fine Grandma. Hey can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure, what is it Timmy?"

"This." Tim opened his backpack and pulled out an old book and a small leather pouch which he placed on the table.

"Your parents were hoping this conversation wouldn't have to happen until you were an adult but..." she sighed, "It appears I need to explain our history to you sooner rather then later." Tim leaned forward and began listening intently. "You see Timothy, our people, The Gyík-?, or the "Northern Lizard Tribe" as we are officially known, have a long and complicated history when it comes to the occult. Most of what you'll hear from outsiders is lies or misinformation, but listen to my words Gyermek and you will soon know the truth."

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Ryan looked around the home Virgil had provided for him on his closet floor. It was small (although quite large for his size) with glass walls that curved upward, and a layer of wash-cloths Virgil had placed along the bottom. "I-I-I'm sorry, but why do I have to live in a...goldfish bowl?"

"Because I said so."

"But..."

Virgil stomped his foot and put his hands on his hips, trying to look as dominant as possible, "Don't contradict me! I am your master and you will do whatever I say, got it!?"

Ryan jumped back and quickly dropping down to his knees, assumed the 'begging' position, "I'm sorry master! Please please please don't hurt me! I'll be good I promise! I-I-I love my new home, really!" Virgil fought to keep himself from laughing. He never thought Ryan would be the one cowering before him.

The mouse-boy reached into the bowl and grabbed his pet, placing him on his open palm, "Okay little guy, I forgive you, but only 'cause you're so... cute." Virgil looked a little confused at his own words but quickly regained his composure, "Now, give your master a hug." He raised his index finger and watched expectantly. Ryan, hoping to stay on his master's good side, ran over to the appendage and wrapped his arms around it. He even nuzzled it a little to make it look serious.

Virgil began stoking Ryan's back, "See? Being my pet won't be so bad. All you have to do is entertain me a little, and in return, I'll take care of you. You know it is a bit strange, I thought you'd be a lot more trouble, at least at first."

Ryan was silent until he was certain he would be allowed to speak. "I-it's not that easy to act tough when I can literally fit i-in the palm of your hand."

Virgil laughed a little, "I guess that's true..."

"Do I still have to sleep in a fishbowl master?"

"Just until I find somewhere else," Virgil looked down at the helpless little lion in his hand, "unless... you'd rather sleep with me."

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"None of this makes any since."

"But it is the truth Gyermek, I have no reason to lie to you."

Tim looked at his grandmother in disbelief, "But...But... I know you look young for your age but you're..."

"I've walked this earth for one-hundred and thirty-four years, yes."

Tim glanced at the old book that was still sitting on the table, "This... thing, it..."

"It makes the impossible, possible. You should know this for yourself, after all, you made that powder using it's knowledge."

"Yeah, but the things you're tellin' me... It's just a lot to take in."

Tim's grandmother smiled a little to herself, "And I haven't even told you everything yet. Don't worry Timmy, you will understand it in time; but lets not dwell on this anymore, you're confused enough already."

"Grandma..."

"What is it Timmy?"

Tim picked up the book and powder, "Can I take these home with me? Ya know, to learn more about my heritage."

"Well, the book is your father's, and you did make the powder so I don't see why not." Tim put them in his backpack and started for the door, "Oh Tim."

"Yeah Grandma?"

"Stay out of trouble alright?"

"Aw c'mon, you know me." he said with an innocent looking smile.

"That's why I'm worried." she laughed

Images of fantasies suddenly made possible filled Tim's head as he walked out the door and down the street.