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Micro May V - Dominant Dragon Mouse
With the expiration of their bargain looming, Tuzzleton tries his best to convince Shàonǚ to extend her stay at "Hotel Tuzzle-Jazz" to no avail. With Shàonǚ restored to normal, Tuzzleton is quick to gloss over his half of their bargain. However, with her full powers restored, the sorceress is quicker to remind him that he and Jazz owe her a month of servitude as familiars. An obligation they will soon fulfill.
Original artwork by:
Tuzz
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CS_Bernard
TIME DWINDLED AWAY as Tuzzleton eyed his smartphone. That his contract was set to expire came as an unwelcome surprise. He nibbled his lip as he kept his back to the mouse. He forgot what hour it was that he had shaken hands with Shàonǚ on 1 May. But he knew that it was the lunar and solar positions that truly mattered. He felt his hold over the sorceress leech away. Like gas that hissed out of one of his tanks.
For her part, Shàonǚ said nothing. She merely sat in the lotus position behind the demon. She made no effort to betray her emotions. Consequently, she felt the shadow of Tuzzleton’s influence ebb away. The blue reptilian would not be able to read the mouse’s emotional state as easily or have sway over it after midnight.
The demon fretted over how time had slipped past him. His mood shifted back and forth between a petulant disappointment that the month was at its end and a professional regret that the mouse had managed to resist his and his wife’s better efforts. He had been so certain that Shàonǚ would simply reveal some inner desire to completely give herself over to the generous carnal pleasures that they offered. That she was simply another self-righteous mortal who lied to herself and inwardly longed for the kind of physical pleasure they provided. It shocked and annoyed him that the mouse could be so rude as to resist temptation.
What really stuck in Tuzzleton’s teeth, however, was the fact that the sorceress had a source of past trauma in her life that put her mind in any sort of agony that he was unable to detect until after Jazz had informed him about it. He further ruminated on how upset the revelation had made his wife. As hosts, though, he knew that the mystic rules of hospitality swore them to secrecy. Tuzzleton pouted and wondered if Shàonǚ had deliberately revealed that part about herself with the knowledge that he and Jazz would be honor bound to guard her privacy.
With a sigh, as the minutes counted down to midnight, Tuzzleton knew that he could grouse about the whole affair all he wanted to, but that time was nearly up. To himself, at least, he admitted that while he got a lot in return for his time with the mouse, there were a few things that eluded him. More accurately, he failed to get everything he wanted and the mood it put him in nearly made him take his gains for granted.
Finally, the appointed time came. The mobile device beeped at midnight. He put on a nervous smile and turned around to the mouse. He found Shàonǚ in her seated position, but she had craned her neck back and looked up to him with an unreadable expression. He mentally reached out and was troubled to feel very little anger from the mouse’s direction. He cleared his throat twice and remained silently motionless.
It was Shàonǚ, with a calm voice and tone, who spoke up. Despite his love for her squeaky voice, Tuzzleton winced at her words, “It’s time, Mister Tuzzleton. Your time is at an end.”
“It doesn’t have to be!” Tuzzleton blurted out suddenly. He then smiled broadly and cleared his throat as he coughed into his fist. He recomposed himself and put on a sly grin. “I mean… We could keep you here longer. Jazz has grown rather fond of you and so have I.” He broadened his smile in such a way that the darkness of his sclera was accentuated and his demonic nature showed through in the way the light glinted on his fangs.
Shàonǚ shifted to one side. She rested her palm on the table top and raised her leg. She then draped her other arm across her knee as she bent her leg slightly. With a tilted head and raised eyebrow, she stared back, neither cowed nor concerned. “Oh? And you intend to keep me?”
Tuzzleton replied smugly, “Maybe.”
The mouse stared up at him with cool eyes and a flatness that diminished her squeaky voice, “I am an ageless shaman, priest, and sorceress, Tuzzleton. I have dealt with more than enough demons. You know that you made a pledge and the mystic forces we are bound to won’t let you renege. I have time, maybe not as much as you, Tuzzleton, but I still have it. Every day that you fail to meet your half of our bargain will create a negative aura around you. I only need to wait for when the opportunity comes to exploit it.”
The demon wickedly chuckled, but could not conceal the nervousness in his voice as the mouse talked.
“Like water building within a reservoir, it could take days, maybe years. But a moment will present itself, Tuzzleton. A moment where your power fails you or mine surges forward, carried by the waters of your treachery. That’s the moment you’ll live to regret.”
The words dripped like ice water down Tuzzleton’s spine and chilled his flesh. Reflexively, he laughed more gregariously, but his anxiety had welled up and made it more exaggerated and panicked than he meant for it to be. “Ha-ha! Hey now! I’m kidding! I know a deal’s a deal.” He became slightly more crestfallen, “Although are you sure? I mean, maybe we could barter for some more time?”
With flat disinterest, Shàonǚ responded, “No.”
Tuzzleton inhaled and exhaled and heaved his disappointment out with his sigh, “Fine…” With a gesture, the demonic aura around Shàonǚ fell and she began to grow. As she slowly rose higher, she continually readjusted her posture slightly as she sat on the table. Her palm and heel slid on the smooth surface, while she watched that her tail did not become painfully rolled under her bottom.
Tuzzleton glumly watched as the mouse rose upward in height and he kept his eyes focused on the top of her head as it eventually came level to his own height. In due course, after 31 days, Shàonǚ was restored to her full 142-centimeter height. As she felt her familiar height and the last of Tuzzleton’s power, recede, the mouse sighed contentedly.
“Well, that’s that. Fun’s over, I guess,” Tuzzleton muttered as he scratched the back of his head.
Shàonǚ smiled broadly, so broadly that her teeth showed very prominently. “Oh. No, no, Tuzz…”
Tuzzleton froze momentarily at the mention of the shortened form of his earthly name. His eyes slowly drifted to the mouse’s face as her lips closed, but she retained her smile. The sorceress slid off the table and slowly walked toward the demon. Despite her naturally shorter stature, she had a look in her eye that made him feel extremely uneasy. His heart beat faster as he felt his anxiety rise in response to her encroachment and her eager expression. He backed away suddenly and put his hands up defensively. “N-now, Shao…”
The mouse calmly advanced as he slowly retreated. Her expression never changed. Her eyes narrowed more when Tuzzleton backed into a bookcase, the sudden contact startled him and he yelped. She quickly reached forward and caused the demon to flinch defensively. The reptilian breathed a deep sigh of relief as Shàonǚ gripped her scepter and pulled it from the stand Tuzzleton and Jazz had placed it on. However, she then tapped the wand’s head against her palm. At this, Tuzzleton swallowed and stared down into Shàonǚ’s face with dread that was tinged with anticipation. Shàonǚ reached up and put her arms around Tuzzleton’s neck in a way that threw him into a panicked thrill with the mouse’s sudden tenderness. His eyes drifted away from her face as he began to audibly breath quickly through his mouth. “We’re only at the halfway point. Tuzz…”
Tuzzleton gurgled slightly as his face turned a darker shade of blue and his eyes grew wider. He groaned as he felt the mouse’s fingertips trace around his neck. All at once, however, the heady sense of confusion gave way to shock as Tuzzleton suddenly felt himself invisibly constrained. He felt a distinct shock that momentarily separated himself from his demonic energies. The connection was just as quickly restored, but the sensation was muted by a mystic numbness he felt in the air. It tingled like a limb that had lost circulation. He reached up and felt of his neck and found a thick, black leather collar strapped to his throat.
The mouse grasped the collar and pulled Tuzzleton closer, nearly muzzle to muzzle. She smiled darkly and whispered, “Now, you must pay your debt. You and your wife.”
From elsewhere in the residence, Jazz screamed. Soon the sound of her footsteps thumped to the door as she ran up and threw it open. With one hand on the doorknob and the other on her own collar, Jazz cried out, “Honey, what is this!?”
Shàonǚ turned to one side with Tuzzleton’s collar still in her grasp. She smiled as she explained, “My apologies, Jazz. But in exchange for your month of fun, your husband agreed to pay in kind with thirty-one days of service. For both of you.”
Jazz drew back in shock. She then spotted the collar around Tuzzleton’s neck and stared in stunned silence. She then exploded, “You did what!?”
Tuzzleton coughed, cleared his throat, and smiled feebly, “I swear I forgot to tell you, honey! Surprise?”
The orange reptilian’s face screwed up into her angriest pout and bellowed, “Oh, my entire ass!”
Meanwhile, Shàonǚ watched with a self-satisfied smile. It was now the demons’ turn.
Original artwork by:
TuzzIn collaboration with:
CS_BernardHotel TuzzleJazzLocation UnknownNorth America31 May, 23:57 UTC – 04: 00, Standard TimeTIME DWINDLED AWAY as Tuzzleton eyed his smartphone. That his contract was set to expire came as an unwelcome surprise. He nibbled his lip as he kept his back to the mouse. He forgot what hour it was that he had shaken hands with Shàonǚ on 1 May. But he knew that it was the lunar and solar positions that truly mattered. He felt his hold over the sorceress leech away. Like gas that hissed out of one of his tanks.
For her part, Shàonǚ said nothing. She merely sat in the lotus position behind the demon. She made no effort to betray her emotions. Consequently, she felt the shadow of Tuzzleton’s influence ebb away. The blue reptilian would not be able to read the mouse’s emotional state as easily or have sway over it after midnight.
The demon fretted over how time had slipped past him. His mood shifted back and forth between a petulant disappointment that the month was at its end and a professional regret that the mouse had managed to resist his and his wife’s better efforts. He had been so certain that Shàonǚ would simply reveal some inner desire to completely give herself over to the generous carnal pleasures that they offered. That she was simply another self-righteous mortal who lied to herself and inwardly longed for the kind of physical pleasure they provided. It shocked and annoyed him that the mouse could be so rude as to resist temptation.
What really stuck in Tuzzleton’s teeth, however, was the fact that the sorceress had a source of past trauma in her life that put her mind in any sort of agony that he was unable to detect until after Jazz had informed him about it. He further ruminated on how upset the revelation had made his wife. As hosts, though, he knew that the mystic rules of hospitality swore them to secrecy. Tuzzleton pouted and wondered if Shàonǚ had deliberately revealed that part about herself with the knowledge that he and Jazz would be honor bound to guard her privacy.
With a sigh, as the minutes counted down to midnight, Tuzzleton knew that he could grouse about the whole affair all he wanted to, but that time was nearly up. To himself, at least, he admitted that while he got a lot in return for his time with the mouse, there were a few things that eluded him. More accurately, he failed to get everything he wanted and the mood it put him in nearly made him take his gains for granted.
Finally, the appointed time came. The mobile device beeped at midnight. He put on a nervous smile and turned around to the mouse. He found Shàonǚ in her seated position, but she had craned her neck back and looked up to him with an unreadable expression. He mentally reached out and was troubled to feel very little anger from the mouse’s direction. He cleared his throat twice and remained silently motionless.
It was Shàonǚ, with a calm voice and tone, who spoke up. Despite his love for her squeaky voice, Tuzzleton winced at her words, “It’s time, Mister Tuzzleton. Your time is at an end.”
“It doesn’t have to be!” Tuzzleton blurted out suddenly. He then smiled broadly and cleared his throat as he coughed into his fist. He recomposed himself and put on a sly grin. “I mean… We could keep you here longer. Jazz has grown rather fond of you and so have I.” He broadened his smile in such a way that the darkness of his sclera was accentuated and his demonic nature showed through in the way the light glinted on his fangs.
Shàonǚ shifted to one side. She rested her palm on the table top and raised her leg. She then draped her other arm across her knee as she bent her leg slightly. With a tilted head and raised eyebrow, she stared back, neither cowed nor concerned. “Oh? And you intend to keep me?”
Tuzzleton replied smugly, “Maybe.”
The mouse stared up at him with cool eyes and a flatness that diminished her squeaky voice, “I am an ageless shaman, priest, and sorceress, Tuzzleton. I have dealt with more than enough demons. You know that you made a pledge and the mystic forces we are bound to won’t let you renege. I have time, maybe not as much as you, Tuzzleton, but I still have it. Every day that you fail to meet your half of our bargain will create a negative aura around you. I only need to wait for when the opportunity comes to exploit it.”
The demon wickedly chuckled, but could not conceal the nervousness in his voice as the mouse talked.
“Like water building within a reservoir, it could take days, maybe years. But a moment will present itself, Tuzzleton. A moment where your power fails you or mine surges forward, carried by the waters of your treachery. That’s the moment you’ll live to regret.”
The words dripped like ice water down Tuzzleton’s spine and chilled his flesh. Reflexively, he laughed more gregariously, but his anxiety had welled up and made it more exaggerated and panicked than he meant for it to be. “Ha-ha! Hey now! I’m kidding! I know a deal’s a deal.” He became slightly more crestfallen, “Although are you sure? I mean, maybe we could barter for some more time?”
With flat disinterest, Shàonǚ responded, “No.”
Tuzzleton inhaled and exhaled and heaved his disappointment out with his sigh, “Fine…” With a gesture, the demonic aura around Shàonǚ fell and she began to grow. As she slowly rose higher, she continually readjusted her posture slightly as she sat on the table. Her palm and heel slid on the smooth surface, while she watched that her tail did not become painfully rolled under her bottom.
Tuzzleton glumly watched as the mouse rose upward in height and he kept his eyes focused on the top of her head as it eventually came level to his own height. In due course, after 31 days, Shàonǚ was restored to her full 142-centimeter height. As she felt her familiar height and the last of Tuzzleton’s power, recede, the mouse sighed contentedly.
“Well, that’s that. Fun’s over, I guess,” Tuzzleton muttered as he scratched the back of his head.
Shàonǚ smiled broadly, so broadly that her teeth showed very prominently. “Oh. No, no, Tuzz…”
Tuzzleton froze momentarily at the mention of the shortened form of his earthly name. His eyes slowly drifted to the mouse’s face as her lips closed, but she retained her smile. The sorceress slid off the table and slowly walked toward the demon. Despite her naturally shorter stature, she had a look in her eye that made him feel extremely uneasy. His heart beat faster as he felt his anxiety rise in response to her encroachment and her eager expression. He backed away suddenly and put his hands up defensively. “N-now, Shao…”
The mouse calmly advanced as he slowly retreated. Her expression never changed. Her eyes narrowed more when Tuzzleton backed into a bookcase, the sudden contact startled him and he yelped. She quickly reached forward and caused the demon to flinch defensively. The reptilian breathed a deep sigh of relief as Shàonǚ gripped her scepter and pulled it from the stand Tuzzleton and Jazz had placed it on. However, she then tapped the wand’s head against her palm. At this, Tuzzleton swallowed and stared down into Shàonǚ’s face with dread that was tinged with anticipation. Shàonǚ reached up and put her arms around Tuzzleton’s neck in a way that threw him into a panicked thrill with the mouse’s sudden tenderness. His eyes drifted away from her face as he began to audibly breath quickly through his mouth. “We’re only at the halfway point. Tuzz…”
Tuzzleton gurgled slightly as his face turned a darker shade of blue and his eyes grew wider. He groaned as he felt the mouse’s fingertips trace around his neck. All at once, however, the heady sense of confusion gave way to shock as Tuzzleton suddenly felt himself invisibly constrained. He felt a distinct shock that momentarily separated himself from his demonic energies. The connection was just as quickly restored, but the sensation was muted by a mystic numbness he felt in the air. It tingled like a limb that had lost circulation. He reached up and felt of his neck and found a thick, black leather collar strapped to his throat.
The mouse grasped the collar and pulled Tuzzleton closer, nearly muzzle to muzzle. She smiled darkly and whispered, “Now, you must pay your debt. You and your wife.”
From elsewhere in the residence, Jazz screamed. Soon the sound of her footsteps thumped to the door as she ran up and threw it open. With one hand on the doorknob and the other on her own collar, Jazz cried out, “Honey, what is this!?”
Shàonǚ turned to one side with Tuzzleton’s collar still in her grasp. She smiled as she explained, “My apologies, Jazz. But in exchange for your month of fun, your husband agreed to pay in kind with thirty-one days of service. For both of you.”
Jazz drew back in shock. She then spotted the collar around Tuzzleton’s neck and stared in stunned silence. She then exploded, “You did what!?”
Tuzzleton coughed, cleared his throat, and smiled feebly, “I swear I forgot to tell you, honey! Surprise?”
The orange reptilian’s face screwed up into her angriest pout and bellowed, “Oh, my entire ass!”
Meanwhile, Shàonǚ watched with a self-satisfied smile. It was now the demons’ turn.
End
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