Azlo and Shira's Adventures With, On, and In Dylan

Story and Concept by: Sage of Stars

Characters By: Dylan/Mannik

“And I’m telling you this won’t work,” said the cat to the dragon, which was an odd sight most places, but here on this campus, the two animals together were quite common, considering they were going out on a regular basis, when business didn’t get in the way. The could usually be found together about this time too, with one or the other taking the wheel of a car on the drive home. Of course, which took the wheel depended on the day of the week, the cycle of the moon, and a dozen other factors that determined which of them was more in charge at that moment.

“My brother’s not wrong a lot, and he spent a while analyzing this for that company he’s thinking of joining,” said the dragoness, holding a vial of blue stuff in her hand, turning it around in front of the cat. Her green scales and his black fur seemed to shine in the dying light of day streaming in front the windows, as they stood in one of the cat’s classrooms, the dragoness having arrived a moment or two ago with the vial, showing it off to him, after having said she’d pick it up from her brother’s today, meaning she ‘borrowed’ it, without his permission, though she always tried to return it before it was noticed.

“Well, he’s wrong this time. Shrinking isn’t possible. If it was, then growing would be possible, and then we wouldn’t have micros. Hell, we’d probably not have a world if someone thought to make it into a weapon or something,” he told her, going to the desk in the front of the class.  Few papers were set on it, some for a student that would be coming by in a bit. He wasn’t doing too hot in one of the felines classes, and had asked for some help, so the cat had worked out a few notes for him, and told him to come by this room later in the day to pick them up.

“Oh, come on Azlo, don’t be such a downer and try some. I mean, if it doesn’t work, then there’s nothing to be afraid of, right?” said the dragoness with a smirk, her teeth shining a bit in the light, as she held out the vial. Azlo, his black hair raising up a bit a that smile, knowing it didn’t mean anything good, couldn’t help but stare at the vial. It did represent something impossible, especially if it shrank clothes like the dragoness claimed, but at the same time, it was kind of exciting to think about it. If they could shrink and grow people at will, well, there were a lot of good things that could be done with it.

“Okay, okay, I’ll try it Shira, but when this doesn’t work, you have to take me out to that restaurant I’ve been wanting to try all week, and no complaints about how small the portions are,” he told her, snatching he vial out of her outstretched hand, her face going a bit dull at the proclamation. The place he was talking about was a bit fancy for her tastes, and tended toward the richer customers, but Azlo liked it, even if she found it dull, boring, and rather unfulfilling. Still, after a brief flash, her smiled returned, as the feline popped the top on the vial, then was about to drink it down whole.

“Wait, not like that! Just one drop, here, let me show you,” she said, taking her finger and moving it over the top of the vial, the stuff deforming and then pulling away with the digit, before she held it up, and it snapped, leaving a small drop caught on the bottom of it. Taking the vial back and putting the top on, she then held it in front of the feline’s face, Azlo looking at Shira a bit apprehensively, before he stuck out his tongue, and she shook her finger a bit, causing the drop to fall onto the outstretched member, landing and causing the feline to start as he drew it back in.

“Ugh! That stuff is just nas-” he started, suddenly being cut off, as instantly, without any sensation, he started to shrink, and fast. The desk which had been at his hip, was suddenly growing to the size of a building, while Shira, who had been only a bit taller than him, but in the blink of an eyes she was standing over him, towering actually, the shadow of her body taking in his whole world as she shot upward into the heavens, soon filling the sky itself, as she leaned down, grinning mischievously at the soon tiny cat, who stood so small he didn’t even come up over her little toe.

“Heh, I know, it does, but this stuff, is actually pretty sweet, being the antidote and all,” she told him, pulling out something that looked like a small pill in her hand, filled with some green gel. But she brought it closer to him, smiling as she held it out in her palm, letting him see it was actually something like a very small keg, before she took it back up into the heights with her, grinning as she heard something like a high squeaking noise when she strained her ears. Placing the antidote on the desk beside the papers, a bit away from the blue vial, she leaned down on her hands and knees, giggling cutely.

“What was that dear? I couldn’t quite make it out,” she said with a laugh, cupping one of her hands around her ear, and listening real closely, but still being only able to just barely hear the little guy, which made her laugh even more, as she put her finger to her lips, and then giggled again, trying to look cute. Of course, as she held the finger there, she suddenly got a foul taste, like urine mixed with smog, on her tongue, causing her to recoil and stick out her tongue in disgust, then made her eyes go wide as the world around her began to quickly swell, leaving her a short distance away from the cat, at near the same height.

“Well, well, look who joins the small fries,” said the cat as he ran over to where she stood, looking up at everything. The world was so much more detailed from this perspective. The tiles of the floor, seemingly smooth at her normal size, were now fraught with small breaks and indents where they met, as well as a few unnoticeable cracks and stuff like that, making her whistle at the sheer scope of everything, as the cat smirked at her, not too worried about their situation at the moment, as the two merely enjoyed their new look on life.

“Don’t get too happy about not having to go to that place tonight. I’ll cook in, but since you did this, you’ve got to get the antidote back,” he chimed in, pointing at the desk. The smooth faux wood was pockmarked as the floor, providing a few good handholds for her to do just that, as the cat made his way towards it as well, figuring he’d make a race of it. At least until they both suddenly heard a loud booming sound, and then something like massive gears turning in some great machine, before grinding stones came over them, as the monolithic door to the class opened wide, admitting a truly titanic bunny boy.

“MR. AZLO? YOU IN HERE?” he asked, the two of them covering their ears at the noise, unable to hear anything over the ringing in their heads, as Azlo suddenly grabbed Shira’s arm, tugging at her. She tugged back of course, not wanting to be dragged anywhere, but then he pointed, and she watched as the seemingly world like bunny, took a step forward, looking like some natural disaster heading their way, his smooth padded feet rising into the heights, and then coming down with a loud thud, as he moved toward the desk, straight at them.

“HELLO?” said the voice again, this time it wasn’t a surprise, and so it didn’t really hurt the two of them, despite him being a lot closer, at least from their perspective. Shira, now no longer needing any help, ran for cover, which the only one available was the desk. Of course, now that they were both running, the feline was slightly out distancing the dragoness, as the thunderous booms of the bunny paws grew closer, the classroom being almost a mile long to them, only taking twelve steps to cross to Dylan.

“I wonder where he is? He said he’d meet me here,” said the bunny boy, in a whisper to himself as he got up to the desk, his foot coming down literally a foot behind Shira, to her, slamming into the ground, while the tip of his clawed toe clacked against a tile so close that it almost speared into her tail, though thanks to the foot’s impact, she was tossed forward, landing with a thud against Azlo, sending the two sliding the rest of the way under the desk.

“That was :Huff: way too :Huff: close,” said Shira, a bit winded from the run, as the two of them peek out from under their hiding place to stare up at Dylan. His baggy pants actually flush out the other way, giving them a rather good view of the bunny boy’s front, which is, to say the least impressive. At their tiny size, the two of them can see the weave of his pants, which is loose enough they could probably climb it, while his chest rises and falls with his breathing looking like some giant earth moving machine.

“I guess I’ll wait for him,” comments Dylan, as he suddenly walks away, the two tiny people watching him walk out of sight, his feet landing hard as we walks around the desk. Quickly, they rush toward the back, where he goes, just trying to keep him in sight, neither really thinking too much about that, just figuring it was a good idea to make sure where the bunny boy is at any time. Of course, as they come back into view, they see him rummaging around in his loose pocket, his hand dug deep inside.

“Where is it, I know I grabbed…aha!” exclaims the lapine, pulling free a bag of some kind of gel pills. The stuff look like cough drops, as he pulls one free and pops it into his large maw, mmming at the flavor as he bites down, causing the juices to squirt all over his mouth, a small dribble running down his chin. Idly, he pulls out the chair from behind the desk, and then sits down, his feet landing close to the pair, who leap back as he scoots into place, dumping the bag of candies onto the desk with a clatter.

“We should stay down here until he goes, then get onto the desk and grab the antidote,” said Azlo, as Dylan started rocking a chair a little, looking around the room, before staring at the door, obviously expecting the catman to come walking through it at any minute.

“No shirt shitlock. Wanna tell me how we get up there, by the way?” asks Shira, not really seeing a way onto the desk from their scale, and the two start looking around themselves, searching for something that is laying down, hanging off the side of the desk, or otherwise would provide them with the necessary elevation to reach their goal, as Dylan swallows above with a squelching sound, before reaching down for another candy, not even looking at the desk.

“Can’t that kid eat…WAIT DYLAN, DON’T EAT THAT!!!” shouts Azlo suddenly, and Shira’s head darts around, and she sees to her wide eyed horror that the bunny boy had grabbed not a candy, but the keg, which really did look like one of his treats. Not really looking at it anyway, his eyes start to scan the desk, as he looks for the paper he’d come to pick up, popping the keg of antidote into his maw, and then shutting it tightly, obviously about to chew.

“Wait, here it is,” he says to himself around the candy, pushing it around with his tongue, and then, as the pair watch, his neck bulges out as a gulp sound echoes from inside it, the keg, their only way to get big again as no one knows they‘re in the classroom, let alone tiny, slipping down the throat of the bunny. Dylan meanwhile, bring the bag of candy to the edge of the desk, sweeping the candy back into it, as he rises to his titanic height again, filling the sky overhead.

“Quick, grab his toes!” shouted Shira, knowing that they had to get the attention of the bunny, and equally that he was about to leave. Rushing forward, the pair dodge some flexing claws which leave small, completely unnoticeable scratches in the floor. Shira and Azlo reach him just as the fluttering of papers fill the air, Dylan having picked up what he came to get, and with a leap of faith, Shira dives between two toes, getting cushioned by them as they reflexively close around her, leaving Azlo to grab into the fur, desperately finding purchase with is claws, and then crying out as the world swing around.

To Dylan, the motion is just him stepping out from behind the desk, and then pushing the chair back into place, while he holds the sheet up to his face, reading a few lines of it. To the two tinies, it quite a ride, as the toes flex and mold around Shira, pressing against her like furry walls, the only reason she survives it being the fur acting as padding, while for Azlo it’s like a rollercoaster ride without the safety harness, his claws and hands digging deeper into that same fur, trying to stay in place as the world shakes.

“DYLAN!!!” they shout in unison, crying as loud as they can. Of course, like when Azlo shouted up at Shira, their voices don’t even register to the bunny. After all, where Shira had known Azlo was down there and had been looking at him, Dylan was completely oblivious to them, their small weight only barely getting to his brain, and then being quickly dismissed with just a bit of toe wriggling, as he walked out of the classroom, head buried in the note sheets.

The walking was made worse as the toes wriggled of course, the small motion grinding the tiny dragoness a bit, making her moan in soreness, though it didn’t do any real damage to her, while above the feline was nearly thrown from his perch by the movement, which made it more like riding a rollercoaster while on a bucking bronco machine, causing him to add his teeth to what was holding him on, as he bit into the fur of the bunny.

Registering only a bit of an itch from that, Dylan rubbed his free foot on the one that had passengers, missing the feline by only a fraction of an inch, before continuing on his way, and then making it out to his car at last. Getting in, he buckled up, and the two tinies had a moment to rest. They were on Dylan’s left foot, as luck had it, and so while he wildly tossed his right around on the pedals, they were able to pull themselves together, and then climb up onto his foot, staring at each other.

“So, climb him and try to get to his face?” proposed Shira after a moment, staring upward at the mountainous bunny, his face and mind turned to the road, obviously avoiding traffic. Luckily, it seemed to be a slow day on the road, and the two tinies only felt minor shifts as the car turned this way and that, dodging other cars, and pulling into spaces. Dylan, for his part, was focused almost completely on the task at hand, leaving nothing in his mind to ponder a strange itch on his foot, that started to move up it.

“It’s the best plan, but we have to climb him on the outside of his clothes, to avoid getting squished,” said Azlo, as he grabbed Shira, and helped her up a bit, the threads of the bunny boy’s pants serving adequately as hand holds for them as they began to ascend on their perilous crime. Another stroke of luck befell them in that Dylan apparently lived a bit away, giving them plenty of time to climb his pants, coming to his knee just as he pulled his car to a stop.

“Hold on!” shouted Shira, as the knee began to move under them, the pants, loose around the boy’s hips, coming down and covering them up, keeping them in place as he moved this time, though beating against them with each step he took. Dylan merely walked up the path to his home, as he did everyday after school. He didn’t really pay any special attention to anything save the note sheet in his hand, that he was again reading as he made his way through the door, and then flopped down on the couch.

Needless to say, the two tinies found the flopping a bit of a rough ride, the motion nearly throwing them off the big bunny’s knee as he began to tap his foot on the carpet, creating what to him was a low pounding, and what to them was loud thuds. They persevered, Shira wrapping her tail around Azlo, and the feline digging into the pants for all he was worth, before everything finally settled down as the bunny, tossing the sheet aside, looked around.

“DOWN HERE!” shouted Shira, waving her arms, but the massive lapine, as before, heard and saw nothing. Instead he suddenly leaned over, causing Shira to flatten out against the jeans again, before he returned to a sitting position, and then leaned back in the chair, going into a laying position, as he used a new found controller and remote to turn on his TV, and then a game system chiming in as it powered up, a game starting at a blaring sound level that made the two tinies cover their ears.

“He should really be studying, not playing games,” shouted Azlo as the bunny began to lose himself in the game, blowing away zombies with some friends as he ran through a deserted city. Of course, that comment deserved, and got a smack on the back of the head from Shira, who then motioned silently for Azlo to follow her, the two making their way up the pants leg of he bunny, and then, as they got to his waist, hopping onto his shirt, to stare across the broad, flat expanse of his chest.

“Gives a whole new meaning to broad chested,” commented Shira, breathing hard, but not exhausted as she had been at the school. She grinned at Azlo, who quickly tried to return the earlier smack to the back of her head, but she darted away, the kitty trying to keep his footing on the plain that was the bunny boy’s stomach. It rose and fell with his breathing, that was a warm, gentle wind to the two as they made their way across it, both grinning a bit, with their goal in sight.

At least until they suddenly heard a dull roar, like some kind of massive animal, as the ground beneath their feet shook violently, causing them to go to their knees. It didn’t take them long to figure out that that growling sound was indeed a growl of hunger, from Dylan’s belly. His hand came down, filling their sky as it landed hard against them, pounding them into his stomach as he patted his belly, before signing out of his game with a BRB to his friends.

Rising from his chair, he nearly catapulted the dragoness and feline off his chest, only for them to dig into his shirt as they had down with his pants, a little below his shoulder. This perch meant that the pendulum motion of his walking shook the pair, but not hard enough to dislodge them as the bunny made his way to the kitchen. He, knowing what he wanted without having to think, went straight for a breadbox, pulling out two slices of white bread and laying them on the counter before moving to a cabinet nearby.

Getting out two jars, quite obviously peanut butter and jelly, the bunny grabbed a knife from a drawer before walking back to where he left the bread. Opening the jar of jelly easily, the bunny found himself struggling a bit with the peanut butter, which, unfortunately for the tiny pair, meant a lot of motion, as he spun around, trying to force the lid off, his sharp turns rocking their world about, and eventually tearing Shira off her perch, causing her to plummet downward with a scream.

Even that Dylan didn’t hear as he suddenly got the jar to pop open with an aha, before turning back to the counter. Meanwhile Azlo watched in horror as Shira dropped out of the sky, and then finally vanished into the open jar of jelly, a splat sound not reaching his ears. Shira, however, found herself quite capable of hearing that sound, as she struggled around in the goop, trying to pull herself out of it, before her sky darkened, and she looked up to find a giant knife dipping into the stuff.

She didn’t even get to scream this time, as she was quickly buried in the stuff, and then drawn out with it in a lump. The knife then spread her and the jelly on the slice easily, the covering on the bread thin enough after it left her behind that she could stand, the feline shouting down to her, and waving his arm, very happy she was okay. Of course, waving his arm probably wasn’t the best idea, as it loosened his grip, and when the bunny moved again, he was also sent spiraling toward a jar, this one of peanut butter.

His landing was no where near as soft, though he had some catlike reflexes to help him take the all, his jacket flaring out around him as he started to roll in the air, and continued doing it as he hit the peanut butter, the stuff something like hard mud, not giving to his weight enough to let him in, but soft enough he made an impression in it. He too found his world darkened as soon as he landed, and then a mountain of brown stuff came at him, scooping them up, and then lowering him down.

Of course, he didn’t stick as well to his stuff, and as he was moved over the slice of bread, he fell again, shouting as he plummeted once more, landing with a splat beside Shira, who laughed at him as he rose up, his formally blue hair stained purple like her own, which she ran her fingers through to show him, only to get a faceful of the jelly as he threw it like a snowball, making her counter in kind, the two flinging the stuff at each other, until Dylan reminded them of where they were by again blocking out the light.

This time it was with the other slice of bread, as he lowered it onto them. They both began to shout at him, but he was no more able to hear them now than before, and he merely pressed the top slice of bread down, pushing the two together at an odd angle, as the stuff around them formed a bubble, giving them air to breath, but no room to move at all, as the sandwich was picked up, and without any ceremony or warning, the section right in front of their faces was torn away.

Literally, right in front, as the front teeth of the bunny rubbed against the nose of the feline, who reflexively pulled away, covering the dragoness protectively as he did so, only for the lapine’s lips to lock around his body, his arms, wrapped around Shira, pulling her out with him, the two literally half in, half out of the bunny’s maw, before Dylan used his tongue to scoop them up, and carry them inside, his huge, flat topped molars closing around them with a clack.

The two tinies did what anyone would do in their situation, they ran away from the teeth, as the jaw began to drop down, their screams absorbed by the fleshy walls and sandwich bite, before the jaw rose again, the tongue pushing everything between the teeth as Dylan began to chew his food, his head starting to bounce around them as he shook his head at the flavor. Not as good as the candy, but not bad, he thought to himself, the two forms inside his mouth completely unnoticed as he moved his jaw again and again.

Luckily, neither got caught between those grinding rocks, though they quickly found themselves mired in a gooey paste that used to be bread, the tongue molding it around them into a ball, telling them exactly what was about to happen. Unable to fight it however, all they could do was cry out as they felt the tongue tip backwards, and then a fall as they hit the throat, and were tugged downward with a gulp, the bunny boy’s neck bulging our around their ride, as they were sent down into him.

Inside his body, it was loud, really loud. He had sounds everywhere, from squelching as the walls moved with the muscles behind them, to the thudding of his heart, the tempo to which everything moved, to the roaring bellows of his lungs as they strained to hold in the air, until, slipping into his chest, they moved past them, allowing Dylan to breath again, as they rushed past, the motion around them more like a drop, before they landed with a splat inside his belly, the sandwich bite coming around as they hit the floor of his stomach.

“Quick,” Azlo said, looking around in the almost pitch blackness of Dylan’s belly. “Light a match!”

“What?! This is no time to smoke you addict!” shouted Shira in response, running her fingers through her hair again to get the gunk out of it, while above they could both hear Dylan taking another bite, the grinding sound of his teeth unmistakable to someone who had been dodging them for the last few seconds.

“Not that! We need to find that antidote before his stomach decides it might enjoy a nice bit of protein,” he told her, rummaging around in his own pockets as he spoke.

“Oh! Right!” she said, understanding what he wanted now, and quickly drawing out a pack of matches, only to find them soaked through, and quite likely never to light again.

“Mine are wet, find your lighter!” she shouted, pushing him as she did so, a squelching sound coming from above as Dylan swallowed his second bite, another grinding sound coming from above it, saying he was now working hard on his snack. The pair moved away from under the entrance, and with a gasp, Azlo found his lighter, and clicked it on, blinding them both as the light did a neat trick, reflecting everywhere off the slimy walls, creating a bright flash of light in their eyes.

“Look!” cried out Shira, blinking her eyes as she spotted their prize, a tiny keg sitting in one corner of the stomach. Making their way there took some effort of course, the swamp like conditions of the stomach hindering them, though luckily Dylan must have already taken his seat again as he chewed, for there was no motion, and as a sixth bite rained down into the bunny’s belly, the lack of grinding telling them it was the last, the two reached the keg, and without asking how much, Azlo guzzled at the tap, before passing it to Shira.

Instantly, the two felt the effects, and as fast as they’d shrunk, they found themselves growing, getting larger inside the stomach of the rabbit, who groaned a bit as he felt himself get heavier inside. He didn’t question it though, as he rubbed his stomach, the pair inside desperately pushing against the side, before they found themselves crushed against each other by the walls, their growth stopping just as they became unable to even squirm because it was so tight.

“What the hell?” asked Dylan, continuing to rub his belly, the two inside unable to say anything, as they could barely breath, and had an even worse time of it as the bunny let out a thunderous belch, that shook their world and made them light headed. Slowly, the pair would find themselves beginning to black out, the stomach juices not even tingling thanks to their size, but trapped inside the belly of the beast, their every movement rendered impossible by the walls.

“Wow, good sandwich,” said Dylan, the last thing the two heard before they passed out, as the bunny returned to his game, the two bits of meat indigestible to him, and simply trapped until they were freed by some outside force.