The faint buzzing of a flickering street lamp echoed through the otherwise silent street, nothing but the rare revving of a passing car's engine marring the otherwise silence of the street. Tyler found himself walking home by himself, after a long night at the shop, doing the year's taxes. Such last minute accounting was what put him in his current predicament of walking home at 3 in the morning. What he didn't know, is that he wasn't as alone as he thought this morning... a shadowy figure was stalking him, darting from alleyway to alleyway, tailing after Tyler.
Abruptly an arm wrapped around Tyler's head, forearm shoving against his muzzle and keeping him from yelling out for help, as the looming figure tugged Tyler backwards, the two of them disappearing into the shadows of a nearby alleyway. Muffled yelps and groans tried to escape Tyler's lips, but the arm around his muzzle kept him from letting out anything more than a barely audible whimper.
“Now lets just make this nice and simple, Kay shorty?” A gruff, harsh voice growled out from behind him. Tyler was able to turn his head a bit and get a glimpse at the scruffy, slightly bloated face of the burly Bulldog that was holding him hostage. “Your just gonna gimme your wallet and then your gonna go on your way... no heroics and noone has to get hurt.” he snarled out, giving a harder squeeze to Tyler's head as if for emphasis of what disobedience could mean.
Tyler didn't even think about it, natural defensive instincts kick in, his jaw opened and...
“AUUURG” The man yelled, as rows of sharp, draconic teeth sunk into his arm. Out of reflex he released his diminutive captive, as he stumbled back, clutching his arm in pain. What he didn't notice was the small flecks of a strange dark green liquid pouring into the wounds that sent a mildly burning tingle flooding down his arm and into the rest of his body.
Tyler groaned and rubbed at his head, trying to get his bearings after being manhandled and then thrown to the ground. His head turned around to glance back at his attacker, as if suddenly realizing his terrifying predicament... only to blink a bit when, where that looming canine had been moments ago, instead was just a pile of fabric... no.
clothes?
Hesitantly, he started to move forward, slowly reaching out a paw and pushing at the shirt with his fingers, only to yelp in surprise as he felt something moving inside. The collar of the shirt pulled backwards and a tiny, naked bulldog, rather burly in both muscle and fat, rolled his way ungracefully out of the shirt and down next to one of the large black leather shoes he had been wearing... the former beastly assailant... now barely 6 inches tall.
Tyler just stared. Watching the now miniscule doll sized canine stumbling around on the edge of clothes that formerly had barely fit him, but now were more like fumigation tarps in size to him. The bulldog's face raised up, and after a brief moment of staring up at the now towering purple dragon hovering over him he gave a yipe of surprise and fell backwards onto his ass, scooting back up against the side of one of his shoes.
“w... what the hell did you do to me?! What did you bite me with?!” he yelped out in a now rather high pitched and squeaky voice. What did he mean bit him... Tyler blinked a bit as he reflexively raised his fingers up to his mouth, thumb brushing along one of his frontal fangs, feeling a strange wetness too it, some liquid a noticeable consistency thicker than saliva, and pulled his fingers back to look at the thin green liquid atop his finger. Was that... venom? This had to be some kind of dream... People don't just suddenly shrink down to half a foot in height, much less from some suddenly manifesting venom from someone like him... did they?
But... the more he thought about it... the more the 'why' started to push into the back of his head, being overpowered by more proactive thoughts. What if it was true... what if he really could make people smaller by biting them... what should he do with such an ability. And, more importantly, as he looked down to the shrunken bulldog, he asked himself
What should he do with his unintentional first victim
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