Melly gave a final dramatic gesture, jabbing her claw at you—you could swear you saw a faint glow on her claw…
You feel as if you’re falling. Fast.
Spike yelps.
Ob splutters something you don’t hear.
Fear and vertigo clamp down and everything goes black, but you hear one thing loud and clear before you go under.
It’s Melly’s voice, and one word.
“Oops…”
===
Your head is pounding, everything hurts, and you feel like you got hit by a truck. Whatever Melly’s spell did—it sure as hell didn’t levitate you—it did a number on you. Sitting up with a groan, you rub your temples until the pain dulls to something bearable and the spots clear from behind your eyelids. You open your eyes…
“AAAAAAHHHHH!”
You flatten against the floor, babbling in terror and cringe away.
Four huge, terrifying somethings loomed over you like shadows of death itself. Inescapable, all-encompassing; unholy. This had to be Hell.
One of the things spoke. In Spike’s voice.
“Well, Roadie’s alive at least.”
You scramble back and hit your head on…a glass wall? You look back to behold a giant soda bottle. You look around, horror dawning. There was a pile of magazines, an ashtray, and the bag of chips Spike had been eating—you look at the “floor” and find it’s the table in the bus’ kitchen--suddenly gigantic. Just like your four mistresses.
This wasn’t hell. It was WORSE: the tour bus, and you were bug-sized.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!” You wail, embarrassed at how squeaky your voice sounded.
“Melly shrank you, duh,” BQ answered, rolling her eyes. The bat gave her bandmate a look. “Turns out magic is real after all…but easy to screw up.”
Melancholy hissed. “Is ‘I was wrong’ so hard to say, Miss Skeptic?” She looks at you and purrs. “Your proof is right here.”
“But it DIDN’T WORK,” Ob countered. “He was supposed to float, and he shrank. Either magic doesn’t work, or you can’t read that creepy book of yours.”
Melly bared her fangs. “It just takes practice. You want to join Roadie?”
“You think you can take me, kitty-cat?” Ob growls, taking a boxing stance. The two titans look ready to throw down--
BQ's hand slammed down on the table, very close to you. The sound is like a cannon shot, the impact bone-shaking. “Girls! Simmer down, we’re adults. We have something more important to worry about: how to deal with Roadie. Because of that spell, he’s of no use, unless we perform for an anthill.”
“We paid good money for our human; we can’t just let him go to waste,” Ob pointed out. “Maybe we shouldn’t just get rid of him. Protecting investments and whatnot.”
“But he’s even more useless now than before!” BQ objected.. “Look at him, he’s the size of a grain of rice! It’s best we just eat him.”
You whimpered and tried to babble out a plea for mercy, but the quartet ignored you.
“Been a while since I ate a human,” Spike muses, fanged tongue licking her scaly lips. “Last time was when I was a kid…and hey, dragons gotta have some fresh meat now and again!”
Ob’s hands slapped her hips. “I’ve heard some of the really big anthros—like, hundred feet or so--like to sit on humans. Always wanted to try that…sound nice, Roadie? You wanna be under a big foxy booty? Wonder if he’ll just go splat, or survive a bit.”
Melly meowed, leaning closer. Her giant feline face is inches from yours, filling your view. “Girls…he’s kind of cute at this size, I…I wanna cuddle him! Besides, maybe I can undo the spell and get him back to normal. Unless we decide to keep him like this for good, of course. I can look after him, since he’s no use for road work like this. You wanna be Melly’s pet, sweetie?” She added, giving you a sweet smile totally at odds with her stage name and usual demeanor.
“Hmm…you say you can change him back?” BQ asked, stroking her chin and eyeing you like a broken clock she was on the fence about fixing.
Melly shrugged. “Maybe. Depends on what went wrong with the spell. Once I figure that out, then I’ll know if the shrinkage is permanent or not. If it is, then one of you can have him. But until then…I say let me keep him.”
“Why wait, though?” Spike asked, looking at you hungrily.
All you can do is whimper. What would these sadistic women do to you?
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